Lancet shifted nervously in his seat, though he refused to break eye contact. "Isn't it a little classist to say that?" he asked. "Just because I'm a Summoner, that means I didn't do anything?"
Danistasia paused.
It was a slight pause. Barely there, really. But it was enough to suggest caution.
Danistasia's mouth curved after that tiny hesitation. She was amused. Interested. It was the sort of smile a strategist wore when someone had just surprised them in a way they enjoyed.
"Daring," she said, her tone cool and almost approving. "Very daring, Mr Leogardt."
Beside her, Dean Ordenance grimaced slightly. He knew it was a bad statement for her to make, a tactical error in a conversation that required delicacy.
Danistasia straightened from the desk. "What I meant to say," she continued, "is that your legends are doing nearly all the work while you do very little yourself."
Lancet's brow furrowed, but she did not let him cut in.
