I have never seen a prouder face before. I don’t know him; yet. The only interaction that has happened is
He looks at things around him with a lazy interest, giving the impression that he may be drowsy. But his mind is keen, absorbing everything that is being discussed. He isn’t a part of the discussion, but he is very much there. Those lips part, to mock at us; his objects of entertainment. He doesn’t smile the semi-circular - lips turned up kind of smile. It’s a crooked, lopsided kind of grin. A mirthful laughter that makes you realize that his features are set in a dour kind of way. Nose; sharp, pointed and dead center, the nostrils a little flared when he laughs.
His aplomb is such, that if he were to sit at his desk with his legs on the table, that would look like the normal decorum. What he wears, or what he does is what would become the trend for the people around him.
His pride is his quintessence. I have never felt it so strongly in anybody else.