A hand shot out and slapped down on the surface of the box in mid-slide with a surprising amount of force. Calibri may not have looked intimidating in stature and appearance - soft-spoken, perfectly groomed and not exactly tall or largely built for his age, but the entire table still rattled with the force of the impact, even if the owner of said hand still didn't have a hair out of place.

"Please don't misunderstand," he said mildly, the incline of his head making the artificial lighting of the room glance off his glasses, hiding one of his eyes from view from underneath that blond fringe. "I was merely making an objective statement, sir."