He looks up, at the second statement, and watches her intently. He finds that he is little concerned with what she knows or reads, beyond a few specific details.

So he watches and listens, but with perfect calm. A very faint curling of his lips, at the corners, must certainly follow. "You tell me things that I have known for years, girl." He points out coldly. "Nothing that I do not already realize, and while you can say this, can repeat what you think you see and know of me, you would not understand it." Even he does not completely, to be entirely truthful.

"...And it very rarely requires rage."