Bad Luck Bears

BASTIEN "Believe me, you'd know if I was trying to charm you. And have you ever heard of a simile?" He quipped back at first, but as Phoebe went back to the same objections to his organisation as before he just huffed out a frustrated sigh and rubbed at his eyes with his thumb and index finger, the picture of an irritated elder. What I seek could very well start this way. He lifted his head with a bemused expression on his face. What did that mean...? Really, what did any of this mean? She was going on about the same old complaints but stood so close, mentioning her gift. Was the little girl trying to...come onto him? "If this is your way of trying to make me fuck you, I have to tell you it's not very tempting. And before you tell me that's not your intention, tell me why you got so close and personal. I hope this isn't how you argue with everyone. You'd give them quite the different impression." He took his hand away and gently pushed on Phoebe's shoulder to move past her, going back to the door and kneeling to look through the keyhole. "If you'd told me of this mission before you took so strongly against me, I could have helped." What exactly that meant, if he was implying he himself would take it on or if he'd find someone was left vague. I'm feelin' like a big bang