For a moment, the words hung in the air, innocently enough.
Then their meaning sank in.
Grayson turned to look at Keaton with slight shock, his eyes widening a little.
Bryan grew increasingly puzzled, his gaze bouncing between Keaton's suddenly rigid posture and Neville's innocent smile.
Keaton himself took a moment to understand what Neville was talking about. He ran through possible interpretations.
When he finally landed on the right one, his face burned in shame. His ears went red, then his cheeks, then his neck, until he looked like he might explode from embarrassment.
"How the hell did you get those?!" Keaton exclaimed, his composure completely gone.
He half-rose from his seat before remembering himself and sitting back down with force.
Neville shrugged lightly, nonchalantly saying, "Second young master Mick had me do all of his work and Assistant Killian's too."
