"You could’ve at least—"
Kyle tried to say something along the lines of ’you could’ve at least laid out an argument, you know?’
Unfortunately, he never got that far.
"Don’t."
Xavier cut him off immediately.
The Prince didn’t even bother looking at him.
Instead, his entire attention remained fixed on Luca, who was finally being allowed to wander around the room after they had spent a considerable amount of time examining the interior for possible dangers, all while hand-in-hand.
One might say it took longer than usual because a certain Imperial was abusing his authority by taking far longer than necessary to inspect the area, all so he could continue holding hands as if there wouldn’t be plenty of other chances to do so later.
Of course, such a controversial take was also being made through the judgmental eyes of one adjutant who shall remain unnamed for safety reasons.
"..."
"..."
Then again, after succumbing to those earnest golden eyes once more, what else could really be said?
Well...
The metaphorical white flag was ultimately raised, leading to this very conversation as Luca and his blonde brother promptly scampered off like excited critters.
"Don’t even start," Xavier said flatly.
Only then did he spare Kyle the slightest side-eye.
"Especially when you’re worse."
The Prince’s gaze lingered for exactly one second.
"Talk to me when the mop starts walking around on his own."
Kyle immediately let out an amused scoff.
"Well, Captain, I would’ve."
The adjutant grinned shamelessly.
"Had I not known you’d gladly pay any amount necessary just so you could carry your wife around like I do mine."
The words left his mouth.
And Kyle immediately ducked.
10% instinct, and 90% prediction honed by years of experience.
After all, he fully expected Xavier to swing after poking at that sore spot.
In fact, he was so certain that he reacted before the Prince even moved.
Good thing he did, for as always, that guy moved faster than he—or most other people—could see. And had he stayed in place, he would’ve had a very, very bad time.
Heh.
Finding nothing but empty air, Xavier’s expression darkened slightly.
He was already considering a second attempt when—
"Xavier?"
The Prince froze.
Luca had stopped exploring.
The little chipmunk looked over, concern immediately written all over his face.
"What’s wrong?"
Then he blinked.
"Are we under attack?"
"..."
"..."
The room fell silent.
Unlike Kyle, Luca could actually see Xavier moving.
Which meant there was only one logical conclusion.
Something dangerous must have happened.
Kyle immediately stuck his tongue out while still crouched.
Payback.
Glorious payback.
Because his boss had just been caught by his wife.
As if he’d always been a pleasant person to be around and not the bane of people’s existence, Xavier recovered almost instantly.
"It’s nothing."
The answer came smoothly.
Far too smoothly.
"I thought I saw dust."
The cold Prince delivered the lie with the same warmth he reserved exclusively for his wife.
Then he looked toward Kyle.
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