His face twisting further, Zechs' expression also changed into something more frightening. Though significantly different than Rufus' own in both manner and tone. He recognized the danger in the President's cold voice, but it did not cow him. Why at all? Rufus was no more dangerous than himself, Zechs felt.

For a moment he stood obstinately, blatantly disregarding Rufus' direct order. But then his eyes darted back to Tyki, surprised. He didn't catch the slight glance in his direction, and tensed. At least the Noah wished to hear Rufus out. Even if ... he would eventually leave.

But damn it, the fool didn't have the strength to keep standing like that. Ready to hear objections, he quickly strode to Tyki's side, supporting him and leading him to a chair before he fell.

Angrily, his own voice loud and commanding, he responded in English - also a clear defiance of Rufus, "State your piece then, if the manner is so urgent besides not being of a business nature."