Wow. I'm about to stomp this dude out.

My current potential client looked me up and down like he thought I was a drunk on the street asking for some spare change and twenties minutes of his life to waste. 

"You? You're Danny Sage? How old are you?" He asked me. I was again remind of my youthful appearance.

I stared at him until he looked away. "I'm Danny Sage. If you came looking for me I'm standing right in front of you or you can get the hell out and don't waste my time. What's your choice?" I said.

I felt it coming. I wanted to stomp this asshole out the only reason I didn't so right now was because he hadn't touched me and I felt that I was supposed to help this dude in some way. It didn't however that I was going to though if he crossed a line. I wasn't up to dealing with starting something that would blow up in my face again this soon after I had finally gotten a couple of days of rest.