Yet everyone in the room understood that these discussions were merely the outer shell of the meeting.
The real purpose sat quietly beneath layers of courtesy.
Eventually, the older Alpha leaned back in his chair and smiled.
"I imagine we're all avoiding the obvious subject. A subject that had brought us all together."
Thomas nearly laughed into his tea.
Richard remained composed, though amusement briefly flickered across his features.
"Perhaps," he admitted diplomatically.
The elder man softly chuckled.
"My son has never enjoyed meetings like these."
The younger Alpha closed his eyes briefly, the expression carrying the long-suffering patience of someone who had endured this countless times before.
"Father."
"What?" the elder asked with perfect innocence.
"You're embarrassing yourself."
"I am helping you."
"You aren't."
The exchange drew an unexpected laugh from Richard. This Father and son seemed to be in sync and harmonious.
The atmosphere eased immediately.
