Sebastian stopped at the foot of the staircase.
Theo remained asleep against his shoulder, warm and heavy with the absolute trust of a child who had eaten pastry, finished a glass of milk, and decided someone else's arms were an acceptable substitute for a bed.
Sebastian looked back at Eryx.
Then his gaze moved deliberately over the Rohan consort's charcoal suit.
Simple tailoring. Minimal jewelry. No elaborate embroidery, dramatic layers, or decorative metalwork. By Eryx's standards, he looked almost suspiciously ordinary.
"Did your survival instincts die with your usual wardrobe tonight?"
Eryx blinked.
Heather laughed first.
She had been speaking quietly with Amelie, but the question pulled her attention across the room immediately.
"My wardrobe is perfectly respectable," Eryx said.
"That is the problem."
Eryx looked down at himself.
