Maybe you should stop trying to dig into my business and just ask me directly. At this point there's no reason in keeping any secrets from you. [ But he's been given an opportunity. There's the inch and here he is, taking the whole mile as he places a hand to the hilt of his sword and pulls it from the sheath sitting relaxed against his hip. He comes closer, if only to reach across the desk without looking awkward as hell. ]

Thanks. No hard feelings.

[ He draws his arm back, thrusting the very tip of his sword forward and --

he lets it drive into the wall behind him. Just beside Jacopo's head. With furrowed brows he lightly grumbles out a curse before pulling the blade back. ]

Anyway, I'm more mad that you've planned this out to be an ass and I'm the one being nice for once.