Miguel's lips pressed into a thin, un-impressed line.
He stood there, a pillar of icy patience, acting entirely un-bothered by the young man's incessant complaints as he nonchalantly stretched his hand towards Navarro.
It wasn't a request; it was a silent command for the boy to hand over the device he sent him.
"Yeah, just hand me the treasure, I don't care if you die," Navarro humored dryly, his voice dripping with a sarcasm that masked his compliance as he slid the flat, glowing object into Miguel's waiting palm with a flick of his wrist.
"Ever since you saw your little femboy Charming, you don't love and go head over heels for me anymore... You've abandoned me," Navarro pressed on.
He leaned in, his voice rising into a playful, irritating, and nagging lilt that sent a sharp grimace flickering across Miguel's face.
"Shut up," Miguel shot back as his lips curled into a faint, dangerous slant before he snapped his gaze down to the phone.
