Though that impulse to "do something" had already faded, an emotion like "unwillingness" still lingered in Xenophilius Lovegood's heart, leaving him feeling blocked up inside.
He sized up Vizet and saw that the usually steady Vizet had his lips pressed tight, his fingers unconsciously rubbing against one another...
Clearly, these were all signs of Vizet's nervous unease.
For some reason, when Xenophilius Lovegood saw this, a subtle emotion welled up in him, diluting much of the unwillingness in his heart.
He was still very familiar with the achievements Vizet had attained by now.
And yet Vizet, who could handle the "Paris Region Incident" with ease, would show such an expression when facing him and feeling his scrutiny...
Xenophilius Lovegood had to admit that when he saw this rare restraint and unease from Vizet, an indescribable feeling of... satisfaction and relief actually rose in his heart.
That was more like it!
He muttered inwardly. This Vizet, in the end, still had the look a young man ought to have!
In that case, his best strategy at this moment was to maintain this noncommittal attitude.
He even pressed down the corners of his mouth, making his expression more serious, then narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a hint of unfathomable depth.
Finally, he coughed twice to draw Vizet's attention over, lest this whole performance go to waste.
In any case, he had barely said a few words before Vizet was already terribly uneasy. He might as well let this young man fret over it himself!
Of this whole set of actions, the thing Xenophilius Lovegood found the most difficult was actually pressing down the corners of his mouth.
Because in his mind, Vizet's next reaction had already appeared—in the next few hours, Vizet would definitely be unable to sit or stand at ease,