"Oh, master and slave business?" Ryuzaki's voice carried that familiar eager curiosity.
Kaelric's glare could have frozen hellfire itself. "Mind your own life. I would have killed that idiot you call spy in my castle if not for my father's intervention."
"Oh, you knew." Ryuzaki's tone held a note of genuine surprise, though his violet eyes sparkled with something that might have been amusement or calculation—with him, it was often difficult to tell the difference.
"No one doesn't know, Ryuzaki, that you like to stick your nose in everyone's business. Spy my foot." Kaelric's voice dripped with disdain.
Ryuzaki's face darkened. His usually composed demeanor cracked just enough to reveal the steel beneath. "It's a prestigious thing to know about your enemies and rivals and watch out for their advances. Information is power, Kaelric, and power is survival. Something you'd understand if you thought beyond your frozen brain."
Kaelric scoffed and walked out.
