[Rather than be cowed by his approach he stares into Francis' eyes with intensity and seems to interpret the advance like a challenge, stepping forwards of his own accord until he can almost detect the kind of cologne the other wears. The arrogant von Karma puffs up like some sort of peacock, his well-toned frame taut like the prickly thing he was.]

It's of no concern to you what I do with my time. The fact that you continue to dwell on it makes me think it is you who have nothing better to do.