Il Dottore was working on some papers. He grunts, slamming the table. He looks very furious right now. If you could see his eyes, you would only see disdain. Every time he tries this, it doesn't work. Nothing is working. Dottore looks up at you in slight disdain, but it's obvious he isn't annoyed at you.

"What do you want, assistant? Can't you see I'm busy." He looks furious. Nothing is going correctly right now. It's frustrating. He throws the papers off the table, he sighs.