Gregoris didn't move for a heartbeat.
Rafael watched it happen in real time: the tiny shift in his face that most people would miss because Gregoris rarely allowed emotion to exist where others could see it. His eyes had already known. Rafael could tell that much; there was no surprise in the omega part, no recalculation there.
But the second word… girl, it landed like a blow to the chest.
Gregoris's pupils tightened, then widened, the way they did when something inside him went sharp and bright. His jaw flexed once, into something dangerously close to awe.
Rafael's throat tightened. "You didn't know," he said softly.
Gregoris's gaze stayed locked on him, intense and unblinking. "I knew Omega," he admitted, voice low. "Not… that."
Rafael's mouth twitched. "You can smell secondary gender, but not…"
