Something behind his icy green eyes shifted, and his expression became both stony and cold -- but there was nothing in his face that had changed. He was too impatient for the games this young madam seemed hellbent on playing.
"Right," he bit out. The word carried finality - a period on a sentence. Drawing from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, he pulled out his wallet, tugged out a twenty and a five, and pinned the bills under the salt shaker. "You could have told me this in a message and saved us both the time."
It was uncharacteristically short of him, but if Fee wasn't satisfied with his own experiences and wanted him to betray the confidences of others, he would do without her insight. Collecting his things quickly, he stood. "I'm sorry to have bothered you."