[Something snaps behind layers of false pleasantries at that hint of a taunt in Spock’s voice and he whips around, the man fixed in his tunneling vision. In two brisk strides he is there, all fire and emotion as he snaps out his hand and grips the Vulcan’s face fiercely by the jaw, meaning to slam his head back against the wall and pin him there.]
I see… [He hisses through gritted teeth, his lips twisting into a savage smile. The muscles in his arm are taut, quivering tensely.] …You think I jest. Is that right? Go on. Nod for me.
Spock moved with mun's permission
I see… [He hisses through gritted teeth, his lips twisting into a savage smile. The muscles in his arm are taut, quivering tensely.] …You think I jest. Is that right? Go on. Nod for me.