On a good day, Michael Samuelle was a control freak, so on this awful day Michael had his emotions as well as his women on a very short leash. Let’s say that Michael was in machine-mode with his mask in place and his rod stuck way-up his ass as he lead the girls through a marsh of impassive emotions. The robot-like man took the conversation from an inquisition to the more tolerable prosecution of a kangaroo court – by the way the ass was FINE.
So...the rod up the ass is voluntary?
Realizing that although the result of his experiment made him feel better, Nikita and Elena continued being combative and hostile towards each other, so his nice ass was in a vice. Poor Michael, surrounded by women who pulled him every which way without considering his feelings – just his ass.
I'm sensing a bit of an obsession here.
Elena’s next questions were direct and personal as she asked Nikita, “Are you married? Are you involved with anyone? Do you have children? Are you a lesbian?”
Because if you're not married and you don't have children, you must be a lesbian.
Michael was so taken aback by Nikita’s response, he could think of nothing else to do, so he reprimanded Elena - move he had not planned. “E-L-E-NA”, he said as he moved the woman off his lap, “What is going on here, stop – these are very personal questions.”
He went to the extreme step of spelling her name out! He must be taken aback.