Looks more like a scared woodland creature than a businessman. We can't help but picture him emerging from a pile of leaves with a worm in his mouth, noticing us, then scurrying back underneath the leaves to safety. He's more afraid of us than we are of him.
Come back! We weren't going to harm you, Saul! Here, have the crust off my sandwich.
Looks weak. You'd quite happily talk over any points he tried to raise at the weekly Monday morning strategy meet. "Yeah, whatever, Saul. I could do with a coffee. Who else? Six coffees please, Saul, and, what? OK, Deborah. And a glass of water for Deborah. Now, as far as I'm concerned, the problem with Saul's expansion idea..."