Fancy dying

Everyone continued to look at Lance without saying a word, as they tried to figure out why he reasoned and behaved the way he did. 

"You do not expect me to dress shabbily, do you?" Lance asked in a calmer tone. 

"Do you have friends?" Williams asked him, but Lance waved it off. 

"Everyone feels intimidated by me," he informed them.

Paulina sighed in distress for him. What kind of life was that? 

"What was that?" Lance looked at her, shooting a brow up. 

"Eh?" Paulina looked up at him in fear when he turned his attention to her. 

"You feel sorry for me?" He asked her in disbelief. 

Paulina shook her head immediately. "Uh... no. I don't..."

"You are a servant, right?" 

She nodded timidly, and he snorted. 

"What's that for?" Williams asked Lance, frowning. 

"What's what for?" Lance asked back.

"The sound you just made." Susan pointed out in displeasure.