[Something about the man's boldness and his unrelenting slide into Liem's space puts him on the defensive. The feeling of scrutiny is unpleasantly familiar, although this stranger has neither cause nor authority to judge him. And the man's nearness is making him itchy with wary expectation. There's no good reason for him to be this close.]

You've stumbled upon a subject that I consider to be personal.

[He's not angry. He's not. But there is a hot ember of irritation lodged behind his breastbone, and if the other man comes much closer with that unbothered look on his face, he might be tempted to throw the remains of his tea into it.

Very well. He might be slightly out of sorts.]

I won't ask you to understand, but you might at least refrain from making assumptions.