Draven's smirk widened, sharp and glittering like broken glass under the pale candle flame. He looked down at the Duke of the East as if he were a particularly amusing bug that had just volunteered to walk into a spiderweb.
"Splendid," Draven drawled, his voice dropping into a deep, velvety purr that sent a shiver straight down my spine. "I usually prefer my bedmates to sleep with one eye open, Easterner. It keeps things... lively."
Zenon's shoulders went completely rigid. He sat perfectly straight on the edge of the cot, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the wooden frame. Behind Draven's towering frame, I was practically vibrating with nervous energy, giving Zenon a frantic thumbs-up while mouthing the words, You're doing great!
"Right," I chirped loudly, stepping in before Draven could actually threaten to murder our guest before midnight. "Now that the room arrangements are perfectly settled, I will just... take my exit to the parlor! Have fun bonding, boys!"
