Re: Shiloh & Kit: the B&B sitting room
Shiloh had found that everyone could be aggravated, regardless of the time of day, if one simply tried hard enough. However, he was not particularly interested in trying terribly hard at the moment. He might, should Kit prove to be particularly difficult, become more annoying. At present, this was Shiloh being exceptionally personable.
"You look a mess," he told Kit. Not that Kit had ever been a snazzy dresser, but the man looked downright slovenly at present. "It reflects poorly on me to be in your company," he went on, though he seemed to not care about caring, even as he said the words. "And you have no idea what impedes my ability to converse. Bad coffee is absolutely the type of atrocity that impacts me negatively," he insisted, even as Kit began his journey toward the espresso machine.
For his part, Shiloh stood, turned his seat around, and straddled it. Arms folded along the back, chin to forearm, he awaited the return of the addled-professor-looking doctor. He acknowledged, to himself, that at least Kit was committed to this look, and there were some people who were turned on by messy, academic types. He'd never met them, but they were fabled to exist. However, he forgot about elusive nerd-lovers as Kit returned with a tap to his pocket. "What are you doing?" he asked, as he was a distrusting person by nature. "And I have no interest in niceties. I'm more inclined to ask if your work precludes turning me into authorities. All I ask is that you give me somewhat of a headstart if your goal is to bring me to justice."
He had no reason to trust the disheveled man across from him. Shiloh, as a rule, trusted no one.