The sting was too quick for Erik to dodge— being talked about rather than to, as if he were the one behaving like a petulant child— between the snide condescension and watching Charles toss down whiskey like it was water, Erik found himself abruptly at the end of his patience.
"Charming," he said, irritation giving the word a chilly edge. "Unfortunately, I didn't come here to be used for verbal target practice, so I'm afraid we'll be saying good night."
He had no intention of asking for an explanation, or of admitting that he had no idea what Charles was talking about. Unsettled, something worried at his stomach like acid, but he ignored that too, whisking it away into the category of things he didn't need to pay attention to. He simply wanted to get away, politely if possible, but quickly, whether it was polite or not.
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Date: 2014-10-04 04:28 am (UTC)"Charming," he said, irritation giving the word a chilly edge. "Unfortunately, I didn't come here to be used for verbal target practice, so I'm afraid we'll be saying good night."
He had no intention of asking for an explanation, or of admitting that he had no idea what Charles was talking about. Unsettled, something worried at his stomach like acid, but he ignored that too, whisking it away into the category of things he didn't need to pay attention to. He simply wanted to get away, politely if possible, but quickly, whether it was polite or not.