Omar does not flinch, neither before nor after being struck by his father. His gaze, however, lingers on the floor for a moment having been redirected courtesy his father's hand. He realigns that gaze though, eyes again upon his father. His cheek, already red and stinging from the strike, is neither hidden in shame nor high lighted in dramatic play by Omar. As ever, he keeps calm, perhaps a trait taught to him by a mentor other than his father. The look in Omar's eyes do not change, either. Neither love nor hate lingers in those mahogany orbs, merely duty and loyalty, perhaps a rather annoying unwavering quality about Omar to his father, though the latter may be missed by Omar's father, as it is not unheard of for a son to back stab his father for the throne. "My apologies," he answers his father's harsh words, bowing to show respect, "I did not intend for my words to offend." He doesn't make any arguments, especially not the one where he corrects his father saying that he did not<em>know</em>or would not dare predict his father's rejections, which is why he sought advice from his father in the first place. It is better to leave some things unsaid.