The slam on the table startles Fang Duobing, but only superficially and only at the loudness of it. Inigo's face is hardly the sort to make anyone uneasy--which is entirely the problem, judging by the way he's so worked up about the idea of being intimidating.

It is so hard not to laugh, and he should receive commendations for... mostly managing it. He has to press his lips together and swallow down the impulse, but even then a choked sort of chuckle escapes--which he quickly turns into a clearing of his throat.

"Why would you want to do that?" he asks hurriedly, like he can breeze past the mild offense he might have made. "So what if some brats want to fight you? You shouldn't go against your natural disposition, and being kind suits you well. It would be a shame to see you be any other way."