He cleared his throat, and a touch of anger flashed in his eyes, just a moment's worth before it was gone again, replaced by the calm controlling gaze that lingered there before. "Ever, come over here and bring Sarah with you." His voice was stern, full of bass and authority. "Because you really don't want me to have to get up and bring you over here. As I told you before, we can do this the easy way... or the hard way."<br/><br/>His eyes watched them closely, never once wavering in his stare, his arms slowly crossing over his chest, as if to indicate his displeasure, and the stories of David McTaggert getting angry were never pleasant ones, filled with a good amount of violence and bloodshed. He cleared his throat once more. "Am I going to have to get up?"