"Yeah, well you're pretty good at wiggling your stupid fingers right under the skin." He says quietly, staring at the bottom of the boat.

Again, he doesn't really like this feeling, sitting in it, being uncomfortable, riled up with a cage around his frustration. Some of it manages to ooze out of the holes in the chain links, but at the very least it hasn't broken out in a good long while.

"I'd say it was a talent, but you went to school for it and got that fancy degree so it was earned."