What did I tell you about trying to do that? Thinking?
*nostrils flaring slightly, as yet the only indication that he is annoyed (but he is getting sick of all of these slights and insults), shakes his head*
*softly* Don't insult me, Salgant. Not unless you want this interview to go very badly indeed.
*shifts slightly in his seat, folding his arms as he leans back and regards you silently for a moment* I'm here, Salgant, because I thought you might tell the truth. I should have known that you'd rather protect your own hide.