There is a grim and nasty sense of satisfaction when Wesley finally gets a rouse out of the man who so dastardly tripped him over and then refused his attempt of saving face. It's childish, yes, but he doesn't care, he sees that opening and latches on to it.
"Am I."
He sticks his chin out, circling Lindsey, one hand coming up to flatten his tie.
"I'm not so sure about that. You may have the looks but you surely don't have the attitude. It's in your voice, your movements, your... everything. What now, are you going to swing at me like the fairground boxer you are? I beseech you, good sir, do control yourself. If you can."
rip this is a disaster (cw: classism)
There is a grim and nasty sense of satisfaction when Wesley finally gets a rouse out of the man who so dastardly tripped him over and then refused his attempt of saving face. It's childish, yes, but he doesn't care, he sees that opening and latches on to it.
"Am I."
He sticks his chin out, circling Lindsey, one hand coming up to flatten his tie.
"I'm not so sure about that. You may have the looks but you surely don't have the attitude. It's in your voice, your movements, your... everything. What now, are you going to swing at me like the fairground boxer you are? I beseech you, good sir, do control yourself. If you can."