Xavier's POV
The moment my eyes landed on Alfred, I knew I was completely fucked.
Yeah, so damn fucked and it wasn't just because he sat there in standard wrist restraints, or that he had somehow managed to thoroughly dishevel himself in the brief time he spent in our custody and it wasn't even the half-unbuttoned shirt or the fact that his hair looked like he had been dragged backward through a hedge, looking every bit the unhinged lunatic Sylvester had promised he was.
Far from all that, I knew I was fucked because Alfred rocked back and forth in his metal chair with a wide, confident, manic grin stretched across his face... the exact same terrifyingly annoying smirk he wore the very first time I interrogated him.
I hated it... I hated every single arrogant, confident, annoying untouchable look he was having on his face right now.
