"You know, I am deeply disappointed in both of you for assuming I cannot be professional," Seven said, watching Arion and Dean over the rim of his glasses.
"Oh, we did not assume that." Dean inspected his perfectly shaped nails. "We simply know you are rarely professional with us."
"I hate you," Seven sighed. "But Palatine is correct. Their wording could have been more scientific, and I object to several conclusions they presented as absolute, but Sebastian does not have any omega compatible with his pheromone profile."
Arion remained behind his desk, his expression unreadable. "And you are not surprised."
"No." Seven settled more comfortably into the chair. "Trevor has a similar profile. So did Dax before he bonded, and so do you."
He pointed at Arion.
"You forget how difficult it was to make Dean your mate? You have enjoyed too many pleasant days without berserk instincts knocking around inside your skull."
"Mean," Dean said. "But I did not forget."
