Steven chuckled nervously, his right hand rolling over his left hand soothingly as he stared up at Frank. After a few seconds, he stopped cradling his own hand and stood up a little straighter. Intrigued, Frank raised an eyebrow and took a step back from Steven, wondering if he was finally going to see Marc. Instead, he was met with a slightly more confident Steven.
“Ha, you can’t intimidate me,” Steven said proudly after turning away from one of the display cases. “Marc says you’re a, and I quote, ‘fucking sap.’ You won’t hurt me unless you have to, and considering I’ve done nothing wrong — “
“Did he also tell you that I would snap someone’s spine with my boot if I need to because they keep talking instead of giving me straight information?” Frank inquired.
