[ He makes a sound out of his mouth that isn't too polite, but says nothing more. The ice is helping with his headache, but Albert is not. ]

I'm shocked. I gave you a free pass to boss me around. [ His tone of voice isn't all that cold or annoyed, however. He turns his head away to stare at an unfamiliar wall. Moran breathes slowly as he pulls the glass way from his face and holds it loosely in one hand against his hip. ]

People got the impression that I respect and care for you all. [ Still, he doesn't look at him as he stares at the wall. ] I only spoke of my feelings and they were understood. How about that?

[ His head turns slightly back towards Albert before he rests it a little more comfortably against the back cushion of the couch, turned away. It's not so much the act of sulking, but the act of attempting to give the man next to him the feeling that he isn't being seen. ]

What I always do when I have free time. Drinking, women, and perfecting my shooting.