[ Tucking his knees under the table awkwardly, Harry sticks his elbows on the table and tucks into the rest of the food with such a voracity and disregard for table manners that someone who did not know him might have thought he was raised. Employing that age old method of "eat everything lest someone take it away", he kept his mouth full (and himself quiet), because otherwise he was going to keep making smart quips and sharp digs at Marcone. The so-called "least favorite" that he was having a damn meal with. It was a little disturbing. Not to mention the way the man kept staring. In return, he kept avoiding the eye contact, save for when he would pull faces at his host. ]

Just a disclaimer. [ Considering it was just plain weird, especially when he began to think about it. ] Gee, John. You lead such a wild and colorful life. Financial briefings, tell me more! Especially about the part with all the numbers and paperwork.