Instead of getting scared of Bryan's warning, he looked like he had found himself again.
"Him?" He looked at Neville, who looked weak and seemed to be sleeping.
He continued to say in disbelief, "Really? He doesn't look like it."
Bryan was about to have a verbal battle with Keaton when Grayson interrupted them.
"What do you want?" Grayson asked as he put down the teacup he had just sipped on, displeased.
Bryan took it as Grayson didn't like the tea he prepared, and brewed another batch. But Keaton had a different take on it.
He stared at Grayson, gauging his reaction before sighing.
"Can you give me a break?" He said, leaning his back down on the backrest of the sofa and closing his eyes. "My company is already on edge. We have a board to calm and a succession of fights to manage. You… acting like this… doesn't help."
Grayson pursed his lips, and his eyes became sharp and cold.
"Not near enough," he murmured.
