"Is this one of those expensive floating pavilions..."
Damon spoke those words on instinct, his eyes scanning the structure with casual irreverence.
Cassian's eye twitched.
"You're late, and all you care about is the pavilion..."
"Ahem, ahem." Damon awkwardly cleared his throat, scratching his cheek with a sheepish grin.
"Sorry about that... it's just, I've always prayed for one of these to fall, just so the people floating above our heads know that money doesn't make them immortal."
"Cough, cough..." He coughed again, looking away.
"I was young then, sir... I see the error of my ways."
Cassian felt the urge to pull his hair out, while Evangeline, seated behind him, watched Damon with a pitiful expression.
"He hasn't seen anything yet," she muttered under her breath.
The Grand Duke chuckled, his deep voice echoing through the chamber.
