Amphitrite gazed towards Nikolai's back after he started searching the room for information.
'Did he just call me sick, for having sexual desires?'
She shook her head, throwing those loose thoughts into the deep abyss while chewing her bottom lip and huffing in frustration.
"What are you even looking for?" She asked, with a hand on her hip, narrowing her eyes as her nostrils flared.
"Information."
Nikolai's response was blunt.
He didn't even turn to face her while flicking through a drawer filled with paper, old quill pens, and boxes of staples and tacks.
The corner of her eyes twitched.
She tapped her foot to calm her rage. A burning anger grew inside her stomach because of his careless response and actions.
"Can you stop being such an asshole?"
"Huh? I'm just looking for something to help with the future, what are you talking about?"
"Hmph, you know what you did!"