As the negotiations came to finally start, Sorza was led toward the door by one of the guards. His gaze, however, never left Alpheo. The simmering resentment in Sorza's eyes was unmistakable. Alpheo, standing relaxed by Jasmine's side, met Sorza's stare without flinching, nor any real reaction that wasn't indifference , with perhaps a licky, just a tiny one of pity.
Rather than showing any sign of discomfort, he offered a small, infuriating smile. It was calm, almost amused, as if the whole situation was nothing more than a game to him.
Still in such condition no deal could be reach so the prisoner was kindly, though firmly , forced out of the room. Much of course to the young man's displeasure.
Jasmine sighed deeply, her patience clearly thinning. "I apologize for his behavior, Sir Marwoit," she said, casting a frustrated glance at Alpheo. "He can be… blunt, but I assure you he means no disrespect."
