Matthias stared at the man seated next to him without speaking, difficult though it was. From the moment the rest of the party vacated the table, Lamotte had been spewing vitriol about Matthias’ business practices, his birth, his parents, and his habits in the bedroom. As much as Matthias might have wanted to correct him, he maintained his silence and fixed his unblinking gaze on the agitated man, something he knew could prove unnerving even to those of a calm temperament.
It was definitely having an effect on Lamotte, his trembling and perspiration had both increased tenfold. Matthias suspected his nerves would not hold out much longer, he would either drop the pistol or fire it. And since if he was to fire, he likely would have done so already, Matthias was willing to wait out the situa
