Flint groaned more loudly than he needed too. His face seemed to peel off the desk as he looked up un-amused at his partner. He straitened out his tie, sat up straight and made himself more presentable before tuning to the weapon. A grim [url=http://www.epicwin.org/img/spiceandwolf/s2/00/17.jpg]uniterested face[/url] on his head as he looked to Ilya for a few seconds, staring deep and hateful into his eyes. "Whatever" The sound was more a dying breath then actual agreement as Flint flopped back down "You will just make me go anyway" He groaned into the desk.