He strokes his beard, and looks away. He then stares you down, but loses the anger quickly and once more fiddles with his beard.
He then lights his pipe and puffs on it, occasionally looking at you, but saying nothing. You can see a vein or two rising from his forehead, and his face turning a little red.
He then lets out a long breath and adjusts his seat, producing a flask, and drinking far too much of it in one swing. The axe leaning against his throne is glowing, but not exploding in fire and death...