Damian's study carried a quieter weight than the council chambers, though no less authority. Shelves of black stone framed the room, filled with records and sealed reports, and the ether conduits ran softer here, their hum a steady counterpoint to the scratch of stylus against tablet.
Max dropped into one of the deep chairs without asking permission, arms flung over the rests like a man claiming territory. "You know," he drawled, green eyes flashing with amusement, "watching you two dismantle Detrom's delegation was almost entertaining enough to make up for the fact that you still insist on dragging me to these meetings."
