Aarik could only assume that there were ties binding Samuel from his pathetic Society, for no assassin he knew would ever balk at the opportunity of a free and interested audience wanting to listen to the details of how skilfully they'd executed their work thus far. It reminded him that the applicant was no assassin just yet; a handy perspective to maintain.
"This is both interview and interrogation," he countered. "And when I leave this room and return to my chambers to make note of everything you've said, I'll very carefully outline how ridiculously idealistic and unsuitable for this life you are; to apply to an assassin's academy and pettily refuse to present your portfolio for perusal... ? No wonder you've never planned for the future. You can barely see past your fucking nose," he chided, lifting his chin damningly and very deliberately looking down at a man who might, on many fronts, be considered his equal.
He certainly was not, when he played ridiculous, cloak and dagger games before someone who was his superior, though. What fool applied for a job and then chose to hide his past experience? Madness! And childish to play such games. Samuel had obviously experienced too much failure in his life - and Aarik would note that, too. Despite sounding emotional about the applicant's actions, the only true thing he was feeling was disappointment at that specific moment.
