Steven isn't one to get angry easily; he's usually the one to contain his anger and let it out in more peaceful ways. But right now? God, all thought and all patience has left the room, and perhaps the building.

"Bloody useless—" He begins as he practically hurls himself onto the couch, not bothering to undress, the only thing he takes off being his shoes. "Idiots, the lot of 'em, who do they think they are—?"

The man tugs at his tie, his grip so tight his knuckles had gone white.