[Oh, that smile is simply so patronizing. Gulliver takes a sharp breath through his nose and folds his arms across his chest.] When last I checked, exhibiting the full spectrum of human emotions was not a crime worthy of an interrogation. If I am not at my most pleasant, then I must beg your forgiveness. [His words are polite enough, but the tone screams 'Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoouuuu'. In the back of his mind, he is wondering where this sudden hostility came from. Generally, he likes Leo. He has no cause to be so cross with him. But here he is, wondering what the man's face would look like with his fist squarely in the center of it.]