[He watches stoically, not flinching, as scalding coffee soaks the front of his clothes.]

Do you feel better now?

[His fingers wrap around Gavin's wrist, pressing hard enough to be uncomfortable, as he pulls Gavin's hand away from his chest.]

If my friendlier approach is distracting you too much from doing your job, I can switch to a more firm way of handling you.

[He's still holding his wrist like a vice.]