His eye twitched, almost imperceptibly. It hadn’t occurred to me that he could’ve been telling us complete fiction this whole time. The confidence in his voice didn’t waver, but I knew we were seeing through a crack in the character.
His foot moved slightly.
I slowly turned to check the tally light – red and rolling. This could bring it all down.
Keep him talking to keep him from leaving. Keep his narcissism fuelled and aflame.