[ as much as he throws out incendiary statements, david isn't bad at choosing his words. it's a learned skill, always dancing on the line of utter destruction, trying to decide when to placate somebody's ego versus when to provoke their temper. placation fell by the wayside over the years, but he can diffuse a situation. has done, or tried, with evan a few times now. ]

[ unfortunately he himself also grew into a temperamental bastard. it's not even really evan that's pissed him off, but he is and evan's right here in front of him being an asshole and biting his tongue is always so much harder in person. ]

[ look around, huh? david does, unimpressed. ]

Caretaker of a big, empty old estate that's constantly falling apart, congratulations.

[ actually , you know what? he's sick of this. sick of evan constantly acting like he's above everyone else because, what? he's got some land? didn't he try to destroy this fucking place? mockingly, he bows, though he never takes his attention off evan. he knows he's poking a bear here. ]

Miss fucking Havisham of the fog, what an honour.