Grant glances ceilingward, and goes back to his desultory reading. He is once more interrupted when the silvered boy returns with two cups of coffee and a hurt expression. The boy ends up in a chair which is placed invasively close to Grant's, while the coffee waits on his table. Grant shoots back. You won't tell me why you're rolling your eyes and glaring at me.
Grant flips a hand contemptuously at the boy's silvered hair.
I think you've hit a low point. Alexis sniffs and gets up, gathering his coffees again. You're sure bitchy today. Don't talk to me. Yeah, I'm sure.