"He's my son in law and I don't want you to milk 'im the way you did Elijah." Ben said. Was this man trying to piss him off?

Anthony averted his gaze, and pursed his lips for a brief moment as he thought. "Since he's apparently your son-in-law, why not just ask him instead?"

There was a twitch around Ben's mouth, but not of a smile. "Well I... I'm asking you!"

He was getting to him. Good. "But, why are you asking me?"

Ben was at a loss. He held in his breath for a moment. "Can you stop being a twit for once in your life?"

Anthony rest his chin on his hand. "You didn't say 'please'."

Ben clenched his teeth and looked at Anthony sourly. He was torn between surrendering and telling this shit to go to hell.


"... Please."

Anthony was thoroughly impressed. He didn't think he'd actually do it. "Well, alright then," he said, leaning back in his chair. "I'll stop being a twit, then, only because you asked so nicely."

Ben sighed. "Then will you, please, tell me what business you had with Tobias?" he said through gritted teeth.

"No."