"You... What have you called me out here for?" I raised an eyebrow, staring down at Doyle who briefly peered up to see my face before shifting his gaze back to his cup of coffee.
"Sit. It's only been a few years after leaving the main mansion and you've already forgotten your manners." Doyle comments without sparing me a second glance.
"Tsk! There! Happy now!?" I glared at him, dragging the seat across from him as it screeched like chalks on a board against the floor before sitting in front of him.
Doyle merely sighs, shaking his head with disappointment as I could only feel the veins popping on my forehead. If he didn't want to have this conversation, why did he even call me up out of nowhere? It's been five days since the incident and now he thinks is the best time to talk?
