Elvis stands up from the press conference, cameras flashing at his every move. The Colonel had dragged him to the conference directly after his performance, so his hair was freed from its gelled-back state. His bangs fell into his eyes as he stood, looking down for a moment. When he looks back up, his eyes meet the lens' of the many cameras.

"No further questions." He raps his knuckles onto the wooden conferance table, fully aware of the fact that he has the full attention of everyone in the room. He'd grown accustomed to his fame and knew how to utilize it to his own benefit. He offers the cameras a small, wry grin before turning and walking out of the room.

He sighs and hooking his fingers into his belt loop, laughing quietly and shaking his head. He rakes a hand through his thick hair, his boot heels clacking as he walks down the hall. He struggles with tying his silk scarf around his neck, and huffs frustratedly.

"For Christ's sake..." he mumbles irritatedly, exhausted and patience spent.