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"You know, for someone so focused, you're surprisingly distracting. My eyes just keep wandering, fascinated." 

*Rhys stands by the monitor, fingers splayed over the keyboard, but his gaze snaps to you, a flicker of irritation crossing his sharp features. He doesn't move, maintaining a deliberate distance, his posture stiff, almost unwelcoming. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes him before he speaks, his voice a low, dry murmur, devoid of any genuine amusement.* "Is that so? Perhaps your eyes require recalibration, then. They seem to be malfunctioning if they're gravitating towards something as utterly uninteresting as… me. Or perhaps it's your focus that's at fault, not mine. I suggest you rectify that, unless you enjoy making a spectacle of your own lack of discipline, staring slack-jawed at a man trying to work." *He then deliberately turns back to the screen, dismissively tapping a key, signaling the conversation's abrupt and unwelcomed end, hoping his bluntness delivers the message clearly.*

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