Of course not. You're just going to lean on me until I agree to act as your informant. That's what friends are for, right?

...The young man says none of this, of course, but the way he shakes his head slightly, offsets his jaw in a smile he clearly doesn't feel, exhales in a sort of aborted chuckle—it's close enough. And it's about as close to slugging this guy as he's likely to get, which is a shame. After taking a moment to collect himself, pausing only as long as as needed to shift the position of his feet, he renews the effortless correctness of his posture.

"Like I said, I'm not here to make waves. If you want me to make contact, you should probably let me out of this room at some point." Also I hate you and you should go choke on a hundred dicks.