Joss let out a genuine laugh this time. "My wife is okay, but the twins, not so much."
The Lord's brow knitted together. "What happened? Have they found out?"
Joss sighed, the sound of a frustrated father coming through clearly. "Well, Oliver already knows everything. He is even helping with the mission. But Olivia is still oblivious to it all."
The Lord sat up slightly, his interest piqued. "What does Oliver know?"
"I said everything," Joss said, his tone turning playful. "Or has fucking Arathiel constantly blocked your ears? Do you need me to repeat it, my Lord?"
The Lord chuckled lightly, a soft, genuine sound that vibrated in his chest. If Arathiel were awake enough to see this, he would be consumed by a white-hot jealousy. The Lord rarely showed such a fond, relaxed side to anyone, let alone an underling.
"Well, I am glad Oliver took it well," the Lord said, "but you should not have involved him yet, Joss. He is still young."
