"Mhm. Did I not mention it before you left my office?" Heinz said smoothly, crossing his arms over his chest, his head tilting to the side in a way that made him look both curious and impossibly smug.
'Bastard, you know you didn't mention anything about this.'
Florian had to keep smiling—painfully, tightly. His jaw ached with the effort. He was already feeling tense from the earlier conversation with Cashew, but seeing Heinz here, so suddenly and so casually, just made everything worse.
The heavy pit in his stomach twisted tighter.
'He's planning something. I know he is.'
"No, Your Majesty. I don't think you did mention it, Your Majesty," Florian said, carefully, though a bite of attitude leaked into his voice despite his best efforts. He couldn't help it. Not when Heinz had been going out of his way to poke, prod, and generally get under his skin for no reason at all lately.
Well.Maybe not no reason.
