Adjusting his robes, the bishop sunk back into the comfortable sofa filled with bird feathers, his discomposed expression akin to a mischievous child whose prank had been exposed.
Manipulating minor tricks at the negotiation table in pursuit of not merely a childish aim of laughing at other's embarrassment, but to anger the opponent and cause them to blunder due to rashness. This neither disrupted the negotiation nor gave a reason to demand substantial benefits from the opponent's rudeness, hence usurping the domination of the negotiation.
When Brynhild realized the bishop's plot a beat too late, she couldn't help admiring the middle-aged man's shrewd and tricky tactics.
Rich in experience, with a clear and agile mind. Yet, the harmless middle-aged appearance concealed his dangerous nature, tempting the young and energetic opponents into a trap to have them at his mercy.
Such a sly and cunning old fox, ignoble and dishonest, the hypocritical clergyman.
