Laurel looked at Alexander for a long moment after he spoke, her calm expression giving very little away even though the tension between them had already thickened enough that even the farmers working in the nearby fields could feel something was wrong and began quietly minding their own business.
"Is that so?" she asked at last, her tone light but carrying a faint tiredness.
Alexander's jaw tightened.
"Is that so, is that all you have to say?" he replied, his voice low but sharp around the edges. "You speak to him like you are very close, yet when you speak to me it's 'Mr. Wayne' as if I'm nothing more than a stranger in your life."
Laurel rubbed the back of her neck slowly, as if trying to ease the headache she could already feel forming. "You were the one who asked me to address you as Mr. Wayne. Did you forget?"
"That was a long time ago, didn't I tell you several times to call me by my first name?"
