Mycroft stares at the appallingly obtuse interloper with a flat expression.
Whether or not this person is shamming at ignorance is hardly Mycroft's concern. What does concern him is the fact that he's still being pestered, and the pestering has increased in level from 'request for help' to 'attempt at small talk.' It's time to end this conversation.
Unfortunately, Mycroft gets the feeling that if he walks away, he'll only be followed; that if he simply stops talking, the man will continue the discussion one-sided. With those options out, the only choice left. He continues to stare, adding a force to it that has been honed over many years of intimidating politicians and subduing wily younger brothers.
"I am not at your disposal," he says, steely and quiet, "and I have business of my own to attend to. Kindly move on. I feel certain you can locate the front desk on your own."
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Whether or not this person is shamming at ignorance is hardly Mycroft's concern. What does concern him is the fact that he's still being pestered, and the pestering has increased in level from 'request for help' to 'attempt at small talk.' It's time to end this conversation.
Unfortunately, Mycroft gets the feeling that if he walks away, he'll only be followed; that if he simply stops talking, the man will continue the discussion one-sided. With those options out, the only choice left. He continues to stare, adding a force to it that has been honed over many years of intimidating politicians and subduing wily younger brothers.
"I am not at your disposal," he says, steely and quiet, "and I have business of my own to attend to. Kindly move on. I feel certain you can locate the front desk on your own."