He was being honest when he said he was on a time schedule and he had gone out of his way to be nice. No one appreciated it anymore. At least he didn't have to worry about a reputation for being too nice. Not when there was blood now on his carpet. His eyes went black as obsidian and he glanced from the blood to the boy.
"I just replaced this carpet." His hands were out of his pockets as he rushed forward. Palms out to push Nikoli back over the desk. His elbow came up next and he let Marcus deal with his nose and if necessary, get his gun out. He really hated guns. He preferred things to be simpler.
"These stupid rules are the same everywhere. Be lucky Marcus isn't one to hold grudges. Silver." He growled and held out a hand for the collar to shove the silver at his throat.