Him

Leonel didn't reply. In fact, after a while, he seemed to have returned to a perfect state of calm. He stood there, waiting for Annalysia to speak again. 

He could almost sense Annalysia's frown. His reaction was too calm from her, and she didn't quite seem to like it. 

But what did that have to do with Leonel? He was overplaying her hand? It more so seemed like she had, playing this card way too early in these negotiations. 

"Pretending to be calm only works if the enemy doesn't have your weakness," Annalysia said indifferently. 

"Your voice doesn't sound as playful anymore." Leonel replied just as indifferently. 

"Neither do you."

"The difference between us is that on the one hand, your indifference is because of anger. Mine is because of disappointment. I thought the moniker of Barbarian was just a misnomer. I didn't expect it to actually come with the expected stupidity."

Annalysia's tone became icy. "You're playing with fire, boy."