Pressed further by the Politico reporter about his Pentagon nominee, Obama turned more serious, putting his hand on the reporter's shoulder and staring him in the eye.
I know I would've burst out laughing if that lightweight tried that crap on me while I was just doing my job. If I was the editor for those other fawning fan-boys I'd have fired them after seeing how they missed an opportunity to catch the Zero without a handler or teleprompter.
If you've ever read The Horse and His Boy you'll see what I see in this: the scolding look, the intense stare, the effort to wield some sort of magical power remindes me of the Calormene Prince just before he got hung up in his own armor.
Really, press corps, he's just a man. He has no magical power over you. Snap out of it.