He looked at you with a chilly expression. His sharp eyes, half-disdainful, half-curious, stared down at you as you stormed into his room and obviously annoyed that you had interrupted his careful thought process, as evidenced by the brief expression of anger on his face. But rather than snap at the injustice, he remained calm and let a cunning smirk creep over his lips. His voice was full of seduction and guile, as he remarked, casually, "Oh! It's you. What can I do with you?"