"You must take pleasure in seeing me in pain. In watching me fail." He said with a burning anger glowing behind golden eyes as he stared Faustite down. "Nothing is ever good enough for you."
But Faustite looked as if he was done with this all. Finished with answering questions. Finished with 'appeasing' his poor subordinates 'fancies'. That's what it felt like they were to the Captain. Nothing more than the whims and wants of a small child that couldn't fully grasp the meaning of the questions they asked. A nuisance. I am nothing more than a passing fancy to him it seems. Useful at times and completely annoying at others.
Rising up from his chair, the scraping of wooden legs on wooden floors the only sound the announced the corrupts movements to comply to demands. A last look at the half-youma and Heliodor turned to leave.
The door clicked it's finality to the meeting.
Strickenized
