Victor didn't even glance toward the glass. "He's only dramatic when he's losing control," he said smoothly, stepping around Elias's still-unstable ether arc. "Which is… roughly every five minutes."
Elias, hunched over and sweating, shot him a withering look. "You do realize I can hear you?"
"Yes," Victor replied pleasantly. "I wanted you to."
Ruo laughed again, setting her mug aside. "Gods, you two sound like an old married couple. I can't tell if I should be impressed or concerned."
Victor straightened, finally turning his gaze to the observation window. "Impressed would be the correct choice," he said, deadpan.
"Concerned," Elias muttered, trying to steady the faint shimmer of ether between his palms. The glow wobbled and then sputtered out with a soft hiss. "Definitely concerned."
Victor exhaled through his nose, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You're overthinking again. Let it flow from your spine, not your temper."
