Had Mark been in the right mindset her words would have cut through him like a hot knife through butter. As it was though Mark had a lot of pain in his heart and the mere suggestion that he was throwing a temper tantrum was ridiculous in his eyes. He didn't agree with her perspective in the least, and furthermore the fact that she continued to ignore his questions of her motives was frustrating at best. Why should he be expected to answer anything from her when she wouldn't give him a straight answer back.<br/><br/>It had taken some prying just to know she was a journalist, now he wanted her motive, why was she writing the article? "Fine, you are right. Does that make you happy?" His tone was not one that showed this was over, in fact it was far from over, well at least in his eyes it was. "You think I am throwing a tantrum, well maybe I am. The better wording might be that I am suspicious of your motives and these are my tactics to test your willingness to be here, to be around me. How about this, since answering questions is what you expect from me, how about you do the same for me? Answer me why you are here, personal, professional? Why? I want to know, and once you answer I will give you your damn interview."<br/><br/>A bite of food made it into hos mouth, the peppers crunching a little bit as they were cooked to perfection inside the omelette. The hashbrowns were a bit dry, but they could have been worse too. There was always catsup, and he used it to douse the hashbrowns before taking another bite. He had little more to say, at least for the moment and wanted to enjoy his hot food and black swill before they all grew cold.