I am, and probably always will be, someone who [i]regular[/i] people will always struggle to understand.  Admittedly I could try to make things easier for them by forcing myself to communicate with them in a fashion they are more accustomed to, but I absolutely refuse to degrade myself in such a way as that would necessitate me speaking in animal like grunts.  

My metaphorical [i]high horse[/i] does have its own disadvantages though, the aforementioned difficulty in making myself understood chief amongst them.  At this stage in my life I have grown used to the myriad responses the plebeians choose when I confound them.  Some become jealous, realising my intellect will always tower above theirs.  Others grow annoyed, attributing my unique skills and attitude to little more than fulfilment for some superiority complex I suffer from, (The truth is I do have a superiority complex, but I would hardly describe it as a bad thing, especially as I am superior.).  Some few show respect for me, which is the preferred, though sadly less used, response.  Occasionally the response is physical violence.  Since the dawn of time man, and woman, has had a depressing predilection for employing violence when confronted with something new and unknown.  Unfortunately I usually qualify in both categories, but despite how often I am subjected to violence I am never quite prepared for it.  That's my excuse for getting slapped, and I shall stick to it.

[b]“Ooooouuuf!”[/b] is the noise I make as Tea's hand makes connection with my face, powerful enough to make me stagger a few paces.  My own hands goes to my face, probing the impact zone.  She might have broken one of my teeth, the left rear-bicuspid to be exact.  A peril of being struck by a woman in a metal suit.  

[i]Deduction[/i]; That.  Hurt.

I make a point of straightening my tie and lapels, presentation being key after all.  A catch a glimpse of Armoury striding away down the hall.  [i]Note to self,[/i] her reaction bears investigating. . . Though perhaps I will allow her some time to 'cool off' before delving to deeply.

“Interesting.” I mutter.