Trevor didn't blink. "Dax, you are a petty bastard."
"True," Dax said, tone light. "But I'm your effective petty bastard. And Dever just got Jason to crack his first canned line."
Trevor's gaze flicked back to the screen.
Inside the room, Dever had shifted his weight, now lounging just enough to seem disinterested, fingers tapping idly against the blank datapad.
"You've got a clean record, Luna," Dever said casually, tapping his stylus against the edge of the datapad. "Impressive, actually. Transfer clearance, high adaptability, no reprimands. Almost like you were trained for the palace."
Jason met his gaze without flinching.
"Well, everyone was talking about how easy the money was made here," he huffed, offering a thin smile. "I didn't know I'd have to walk on eggshells more than being in action."
Dever chuckled like he agreed. But his eyes said he didn't.
"Yeah, welcome to high society," he said. "One wrong glance and you're either promoted or poisoned."
