Mtenga's eyes were furrowed in the concentration he could muster for Kimacho's request, though his expression naturally was more or less the same look of frustration he always wore. As Kimacho spoke, Mtenga's eyes furrowed more with what seemed like rage... But could it have also been the feeling of being hurt? Even Mtenga could not tell.
He growled, at first not answering the detective. He then looked away, giving a small sigh of acquiescence.
"Fine," was all he gave, before returning into the den with his so very conflicted mind.
