The ermine scoffs. "People like me?"
He leans in even closer, getting down to your level with some kind of bemused expression.
"You know what I am? I'm a journalist. What I say matters, people listen to me. I can kill a man in a day. And while you're out picking through my trash, I've got the ear of anyone in The City I goddamn well please."
Your eyes grow wide and you squirm a little in your seat.
"Tell me again about people like me."
You decline to say anything further, and smirking, he stands back up. As he saunters off, you remind yourself of what an idiot you really are.