[Wasn't even giving the entertainment, the acknowledgement of an eye-roll.

No. 76 simply reached over and picked up his mug, taking and long and slow sip of what was left of the coffee held within. Eyes never moving-]

I could sit here, eating my flapjacks and drinking my coffee, and you'd keep putting together this little story all inside of your head.

[Setting the mug down, and finally he let his gaze fall from Reaper. Didn't let his guard down, remained very aware of where he was, but there was almost something dismissive about it.]

Some things never change.