S's expression didn't change. His posture remained perfectly relaxed, his hands at his sides, his breathing even and controlled. But something shifted in his eyes. Something cold cutting through the polite exterior, anger hidden so deep that only someone watching very carefully would notice it at all.
A slight tension in his shoulders. The fractional tightening around his mouth. The way his fingers curled just enough to see how agitated he was before they relaxed again.
"I see," S said, his voice carrying the same perfect politeness it always did.
Just acknowledgement delivered with flawless calm that proved oceans of rage hidden beneath his perfectly still surface.
The voice's smile faded. Jack's eyes began clearing, the green in his demonic eye shifting back toward yellow, his posture adjusting to something more recognizably his own.
The ancient presence that had spoken through him receded, withdrawing to whatever depths it normally occupied.
Jack's transformation collapsed.
