"...Get up from my seat and fuck off to the side." Robin pointed toward a seat off to the side with open disgust, as though he couldn't even be bothered to spare another glance at the sofa Marlik occupied, nor grant him enough importance to deserve anything more than that short, dismissive command.
His appearance and the way he spoke felt strangely familiar. He looked exactly like an arrogant aristocrat who had just discovered a filthy street beggar sitting in the chair reserved exclusively for him. There was simply no better way to describe that expression or that tone. There was no caution, no attempt at politeness, not even the slightest effort to conceal his contempt. It was as though ordering the man to stand up was the most natural thing in the world, something that required neither explanation nor permission.
".........?!"
