Max stood, adjusting his coat with a theatrical sigh. "Well, delightful as this has been, my neglected company desperately requires attention. Damian, try not to plunge the empire into chaos while I'm gone."
Damian waved a dismissive hand, clearly entertained, his imperial ring catching the morning light. "I make no promises. Gregoris has a knack for finding me, even in the bath if something really happens."
Gabriel glanced up from his tea, smirking. "Ah, the infamous bathing interruptions. I've had my share."
Damian's gaze sharpened instantly, humor fading. "Explain."
Edward froze mid-step, suddenly acutely attentive. Max leaned forward eagerly, eyes bright with amusement. "Do tell."
Gabriel set his cup down casually. He didn't believe that Damian could be the possessive type, but he was wrong. A thought wandered in his mind.
