Trevor watched the screen in silence for a beat longer, jaw tight, every movement too controlled to be calm. Then he turned to Dax.
"Move our quarters today," he said, his voice low and absolute. "But in silence. No announcement. No change in security pattern. Keep the actual ones like we're still living there."
Dax arched an eyebrow, amusement flickering behind his usual deadpan. "Comfortable, aren't you? Giving me orders now?"
Trevor didn't flinch. "You said I was your favorite disaster."
Dax snorted. "You're not my favorite anything, Fitzgeralt. But I do enjoy the chaos."
He folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, eyes sharp now. "There aren't many places I can move you without stirring gossip. The Sahan court is a nest of jackals in silk, and at least three nobles are obsessed with watching your every door open."
