When Michael didn't speak, Claudius snapped, "What do you want?"

This guy is just a kid, Michael reminded himself. I'm older than he is. He's a stupid kid and I'm smarter. I'll show him. He cleared his throat and announced with as much bravado as he could muster, "I know what you are."

Claudius arched a single brow and tapped his fingers on the desk. "Do you?"

"I do," Michael insisted. "You're—" the word stuck, as if it was too silly to say. "You're ...