Draven exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders before finally speaking. "I'll think of a plan myself." His voice was steady, carrying that same edge of control. "For now, you wait."
Lucavion didn't argue. He simply tilted his head, tapping a finger idly against the table. "I can wait," he mused. "But not for too long."
Draven smirked. "I figured as much."
Lucavion leaned back, relaxed but attentive, waiting for what came next.
Draven exhaled through his nose, already calculating. "I can arrange a good place for you," he said, watching Lucavion carefully. "Somewhere quiet, out of the way. No one will bother you there."
Lucavion hummed, amusement flickering in his gaze. "That would be nice."
Draven gestured to his men with a small motion of his fingers. "Take him there. Make sure he has what he needs."
His men hesitated for only a second before nodding, stepping forward. One of them gestured for Lucavion to follow.
