Philip's gaze flicked to Gregoris for the briefest moment. "She thinks you've been… taken advantage of."
Rafael stared at Philip.
Then at Gregoris.
Then at himself, still on the desk, robe slightly undone at the throat, cheeks faintly flushed, smelling like Gregoris in a way that left absolutely no room for delusions.
He blinked slowly, as if his brain needed a second to catch up with the sheer stupidity of the claim.
"Can someone take advantage of him?" Rafael asked, honestly baffled. "Does anyone in this room own the equipment required to attempt that?"
Philip's mouth twitched violently, caught between propriety and the urge to laugh.
Bruno, unhelpfully, looked like he was going to enjoy this entire day.
Daniel made a sound and then burst into laughter, the first real crack in the room's tension.
"No," Daniel managed, still laughing. "No, no. The other way around."
Rafael's eyes narrowed. "The other way around."
