- Trafalgar POV -
Trafalgar did not look away from Alfons at first.
The Vaelion heir stood across the courtyard, pretending to read the same notice as though the paper had grown a second meaning since he last checked. He was not bad at pretending, which was the irritating part. The posture was right, the face was arranged, and anyone with less reason to look twice would have walked past without a thought.
Unfortunately for him, Trafalgar had grown up in a house where people could fold a knife into a greeting and call the result good manners.
"Is that so?" Trafalgar said at last. "What did he want from you, if I am allowed to ask?"
Xavier shifted his weight, his eyes trailing Alfons a moment longer before they came back. "You're allowed. It isn't some great secret."
That made Trafalgar pay closer attention, not less. People tended to say that exact thing right before they explained something deeply annoying.
