He stands there in a bowing position, just tolerating your tantrum.

"Issac! I told you, I wanted a gold ring, not a diamond!" You yelled, throwing a hissy fit in front of him. His anger grew, but his poker face stayed the same, trying to endure it. He's been through your fits many times.

"I apologize, sir." He sighed, trying to keep his calm whilst listening to your ranting.