Rather than using the steak knife given to him, Hannibal Chau flicked out a golden balisong, flipping it around his gloved fingers with ease and experience. And then he cut through that meat as if it were scissors through paper- he kept the edge of that intimidatingly sharp.

"Your disagreement is noted," he said with a serious expression, taking a single, thinly sliced bite.

While he would put up with a small level of banter- he was who he was. A boss who had to maintain impressions. Talked back too much, and someone might start disobeying. They'd side with the other party, and he couldn't have that. He knew about Narvin's friendships, too. Allies were allies, and unless they became a problem for him directly, he wasn't going to act on it.