Thalor narrowed his eyes. His steps slowed, the sharpness in his posture returning.
"What did I miss?"
Cassiar didn't answer right away. He just kept walking—hands still folded behind his back, gait smooth as ever.
"You'll hear about it soon enough," he said lightly.
Thalor stopped.
Cassiar didn't.
"What?" Thalor repeated, a little louder now. "Cassiar—"
"The guy you're interested in…" Cassiar said, still not looking back.
Thalor's brow twitched. "The guy? Lucavion?"
Cassiar gave a noncommittal hum. "Huh-uh…"
Thalor's voice dropped lower. Tighter. "What about him?"
Cassiar paused then. Just one step. Just long enough to turn slightly—just enough for the candlelight to catch the edge of his grin.
"That guy," he said softly, almost fondly, "I can say, he really is something."
Thalor stared at him, deadpan. "Did he do something?"
But Cassiar was already turning again, pace never once breaking as he headed for the next corridor.
