"You did," Ramon snapped, his tone turning harsher than normal. "You can always choose to ignore my words, but don't throw my jokes back at me."
"Sorry, Mr. Ramon, I didn't mean anything by it." Damian responded with a mocking bow.
Ramon scoffed, "Stop being ridiculous; I don't even know how I put up with your shit. Oh yeah, I forgot, you act all high and mighty. Now let's focus on the case. What's with that tan handkerchief?"
"Nothing important."
"Hmm... I'm still curious."
Damian rolled his eyes. "Whatever, I'll tell you when I feel like it."
"How about you stop acting like a spoiled brat and just talk to me like an adult?" Ramon growled, his voice echoing throughout the room.
Damian stepped back, his hands shaking as he held onto the table's edge.
'Calm down, Damian.'
