I rarely bother asking for your attention when your instinct has already handed it over on a silver platter. Quite convenient how hierarchy settles itself, isn't it?
There is a distinct difference between begging for focus and becoming the axis around which a room rotates. Inferior minds mistake volume for presence, constantly broadcasting their need for validation to anyone willing to consume it. But true authority operates on an entirely different wavelength. It does not bargain, it does not plead, and it certainly does not compete with the white noise of the mediocre.