At that, Jono's expression simply went more grim. He knew that this man was trying to get a rise out of him, or out of Didi, or...

Or something.

And the insinuation that this was nothing more than a means to pass the time, that what was there between himself and Didi was all in his head and he was a toy to be trifled with because she was bored...

//It's not a game,// he said, his voice completely devoid of any nuance at all. Flat. Hollow.

His hands had curled into fists, resting on the tabletop. He was staring them down.