“Look, we aren’t discussing this any further!”

He snapped, eyes blazing impatiently. He faced you and put his arms behind his arched back. He eyed you for a moment, before sighing and pinching his nose impatiently.

He was outside on the balcony of where the mayor would reside. You were his “secretary”, and in the action of trying to get his apparel list for JesseCon. He was commonly stubborn, but never like this.