Rocky looked at Isaiah, leisurely drinking tea in front of him, tightly pressing his lips together and remaining silent.
"Bishop Rocky." Isaiah put down his teacup and slowly said, "You seem to be very nervous?"
"Nervous? What a joke, why would I be nervous?" Rocky, like a cat startled into bristling, retorted, "Who do you think you are? I am the illustrious Eastern Bishop of Rhein, why should I fear you?"
"I said nervous, not afraid." Isaiah smiled and let his gaze drop, "I know my question might be offensive, but your reaction is just a bit too obvious."
Rocky instinctively lowered his head, only to realize that his leg under the table was shaking uncontrollably, causing the tea on the table to tremble incessantly.
He remained silent for a moment, then stiffly defended himself, "I'm not nervous, I just have a bit of... hyperactivity."
"Oh~ understood, understood." Isaiah nodded with a smile.
