The hall had grown quiet once the maid left, the faint crackle of the fireplace the only sound. Trafalgar leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the man across from him.
"Serve yourself if you want," he said, gesturing at the teapot between them. "This won't be a short talk. We've got a lot to cover."
Arthur bowed his head slightly, poured himself a cup, and sat straighter. "Thank you, Lord Trafalgar."
"No need for the 'lord' every time." Trafalgar waved a hand dismissively, then leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Let's get straight to it. How are the repairs going in Euclid?"
