Not only has he stretched his leg out, but that foot seems stuck at a roughly 90 degree angle to it. Someone observant might wonder if he's wearing a brace, or if it's possibly not even a real leg at all.

The question is so outrageously rude, that there's a moment for Balthazar to put his words in while Horvath's shock is still turning over into rage. His hands clench the arms of the chair, briefly, and he lets out a slow, deliberate breath. His response comes out in almost a growl, but it's clearly an effort of restraint. "It got off on the wrong foot, much like you."

He takes his tea with a grateful, if terse nod to Balthazar. "Thank you."