Rafael's voice went even softer, which was always a warning sign with him. "Your Majesty," he said, "I respect you."
Damian's mouth twitched. "That's not what I asked."
Gregoris leaned forward, teeth clenched. "Damian…"
Damian lifted a hand without looking at him. 'Quiet.'
Rafael cleared his throat. "I… appreciate what you've done for the Empire," he said, choosing every word like it might explode. "And for people like me."
Damian's gaze narrowed. "And?"
Rafael hesitated.
Gregoris could practically hear the calculation: what was safe to say, what wasn't, what would keep Damian amused, and also what would keep Gregoris from murdering someone later.
Rafael finally said, with careful honesty, "You frighten me."
Damian's eyes glinted. "I know."
Rafael continued, voice steady now, as if committing to the truth was easier than dancing around it. "But I don't… dislike you."
Gregoris went still.
Damian's mouth curved faintly, satisfaction quiet. "Good."
