He's not nearly so subtle. Hot or no, he tosses back a quick drink, contemplating the creamy chai texture a moment. Idly, the fingers of his off hand begin drumming on the table, setting a steady beat. He doesn't seem to notice.
"Me? I'm like a damned Transformer, more than meets the eye."
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"Me? I'm like a damned Transformer, more than meets the eye."