Seifer lifted his gunblade into the air, pointing it at Leonhart's chest.
"Come on," he wheedled, and when that didn't work, he sneered. "What, you're not up to it? Can't say I blame you. I wouldn't want to fight me, either."
His subject just stared at him blankly, wearing that expression that Seifer knew meant that his inner running commentary was thinking something sarcastic and bored.
It infuriated him that he couldn't help but want to push Leonhart against the wall right at that moment and kiss that expression right off his face.
"It won't change anything," Squall said at last, and Seifer was frightened for half a moment, thinking Squall had somehow delved into his thoughts.
"Even if I win," he continued, "you'll just claim I cheated."