“Sam. Right, then why are you here on my land… [i]Sam[/i]." He asked turning away from me as he walked over to a large desk near the back of the tent. He pulled off his jacket before glancing over his shoulder at me. "Well? You don't want this to be any harder than it already is, do you?" He dropped the jacket on the desk before unbuttoning his sleeves and rolling them up to his elbows.
"As you might have already guessed, I have little patience Sam, and I also have little time on my hands. I'm a very busy man. We're just gonna go around in circles until you start talking to me." He made his way back over to me.
"So tell me, why are you here?" He stared at me, waiting for me to answer. I only held eye contact before he clenched his jaw and gripped my shoulder tightly. Shoving a fist into my stomach, he leant close to my ear as I groaned. "You're not making this any easier for yourself."