[ wh-- what is that even! Flinching back for the unexpected hair in his face, he pushes Jack's away in reflex. ]
Nay. Thou wouldst be but a distraction, with all thy pacing, pestering, tantrums--
[ He's a bit worked up, listing off all those aggravations! His hair and clothes rise as though to puff up - but cutting himself short with a huff, he drifts back to take a seat on the back of his chair. Fans himself for a moment with a sigh. ]
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Nay. Thou wouldst be but a distraction, with all thy pacing, pestering, tantrums--
[ He's a bit worked up, listing off all those aggravations! His hair and clothes rise as though to puff up - but cutting himself short with a huff, he drifts back to take a seat on the back of his chair. Fans himself for a moment with a sigh. ]
'Tis unlikely I could stop thee.