Marin did not blink. "That was not a suggestion."
Rafael turned slightly toward Gregoris with quiet betrayal written into every elegant line of his face. "You brought me to a man who sides with you on instinct."
Gregoris, entirely shameless, folded his arms. "I brought you to a physician."
"A distinction without emotional meaning."
Marin made a small motion with one hand, the kind a man made when he had no intention whatsoever of participating in nonsense beyond a professionally acceptable amount. "Rafael."
Rafael exhaled through his nose, long and suffering, then climbed onto the table with the dignity of a prince walking toward a public execution. "For the record," he said as he settled himself, "I am cooperating under protest."
"For the record," Marin replied, moving toward the diagnostic panel built into the wall, "you are cooperating because your husband can teleport and because you know perfectly well I won't let you leave without checking you."
