He had been told countless times how easy he was to read. The slightest emotion to pass over him, occasionally whether his face was hidden or not, would have the same effect as if someone had stuck a post-it note expressing his feelings onto his bangs. If this was the case and it was always obvious what he wanted, why couldn't Alkaid see this topic was not available for further discussion? He did not want to talk about this and bringing it to Spock's attention like he were invited to poke into the assassin's life too was not appreciated.

He could have tucked his hair back behind his ears to show just how unhappy he was with her, but he didn't want them to see him anymore. Instead, he went for the direct approach, as that was all that ever seemed to work. "We are not talking about me, Alkaid. That conversation is over."

Not that he had given permission to start said discussion in the first place.

Thankfully, Spock had changed the subject for them. Since it wasn't directed at him, Venom took the opportunity to finally rest in a nearby chair (a nearby chair that wasn't next to Alkaid). It wasn't until he was off his feet that he realized how much they hurt. What a horrible night...