you know you didn't impress me last night, though perhaps you didn't understand the totality with which I saw through you.
you do not intimidate me. I've seen and dealt with far worse than you. you are an insecure, anxious little man who covers himself with bluster and bullies everyone around him. you have no magic. take your paranoia somewhere else.
in your fear, you have constructed an airtight little shell around you. I feel profoundly sorry for you, but I have no patience or time for you either. I will not fight you, so quit hoping.