[He doesn't. Know what to do with that. And because he's not used to having an expressive face, he's betrayed by emotions that contort his features in confusion first, then irritation, then a sort of mollified annoyance.]
[He scoffs, looking away from him possibly at his own feet.]
no subject
[He scoffs, looking away from him possibly at his own feet.]
Tch. It's none of your damn business.