That certainly got the response he was looking for and did garner his attention from the book. He met the other male's firm stance by crossing his arms back, raising one of his thick eyebrows underneath the shades.
"Hulking out, are we?" He chuckled. He could meet the opposition very much the same, but he would play the matter out in a civil matter. No need to have his manager die from a heart attack or old age not being able to cope with his demeanor, right? Unfortunately for him, someone under the table had apparently given his name away, which prompted him to look under. That in itself began to start whispered conversations.
"Seems your friend blurted it out right away" he sighed. "But let's not be so formal. Bryce works just fine for me. He chuckled a bit, slightly sizing this male up for himself. "Actually, I think you are, Mr...?"
Samuel was pushing up his glasses for the second time in the day when he came across the boy who shot up from under the table. He could only guess why the male was down there in the first place, hearing some stories of how some of the breeders liked to fraternize amongst themselves, resulting in pregnancies that either went up for adoption or just put them out from work for a certain period of time. That would certainly be an issue. From how those two seemed to be, maybe the male could set a situation up, but that depended on how Bryce interacted with this other male, both of them seemingly trying to have a contest of how big their dicks were at this point. When he got the other male's name, he would continue. For now, Samuel didn't pay the other male any mind, but he did keep his blue eyes glancing in his direction every now and then. The figure sort of reminded him of when Bryce was without all the tattoos and was back in the boy band with the rest of the others. Interesting how only four to six years could change a man that much.
"I'm actually here because a certain someone wished for me to be here, but now that I'm here, maybe I like something or someone a bit rough or someone crafty and intelligent. Clearly, you enjoy reading, especially something like this which means you have a distinct class to you hidden away by that surly sour face you're presently wearing, so there's something about you different than the rest already."
Samuel scoffed lowly, the British male watching as Bryce began a conversation with Link, but keeping the male on his list for a reference to give to Dr. Goodwin. Maybe he could Bryce in his place for once or maybe they both would begin bashing each other's face in at a bar and drink and laugh about it. Either way, some good may come out the situation. Bryce placed his boots on the table, laying back a bit.
"Here's a little crowded. Care to go for a walk?"
"Hulking out, are we?" He chuckled. He could meet the opposition very much the same, but he would play the matter out in a civil matter. No need to have his manager die from a heart attack or old age not being able to cope with his demeanor, right? Unfortunately for him, someone under the table had apparently given his name away, which prompted him to look under. That in itself began to start whispered conversations.
"Seems your friend blurted it out right away" he sighed. "But let's not be so formal. Bryce works just fine for me. He chuckled a bit, slightly sizing this male up for himself. "Actually, I think you are, Mr...?"
Samuel was pushing up his glasses for the second time in the day when he came across the boy who shot up from under the table. He could only guess why the male was down there in the first place, hearing some stories of how some of the breeders liked to fraternize amongst themselves, resulting in pregnancies that either went up for adoption or just put them out from work for a certain period of time. That would certainly be an issue. From how those two seemed to be, maybe the male could set a situation up, but that depended on how Bryce interacted with this other male, both of them seemingly trying to have a contest of how big their dicks were at this point. When he got the other male's name, he would continue. For now, Samuel didn't pay the other male any mind, but he did keep his blue eyes glancing in his direction every now and then. The figure sort of reminded him of when Bryce was without all the tattoos and was back in the boy band with the rest of the others. Interesting how only four to six years could change a man that much.
"I'm actually here because a certain someone wished for me to be here, but now that I'm here, maybe I like something or someone a bit rough or someone crafty and intelligent. Clearly, you enjoy reading, especially something like this which means you have a distinct class to you hidden away by that surly sour face you're presently wearing, so there's something about you different than the rest already."
Samuel scoffed lowly, the British male watching as Bryce began a conversation with Link, but keeping the male on his list for a reference to give to Dr. Goodwin. Maybe he could Bryce in his place for once or maybe they both would begin bashing each other's face in at a bar and drink and laugh about it. Either way, some good may come out the situation. Bryce placed his boots on the table, laying back a bit.
"Here's a little crowded. Care to go for a walk?"