Chris blinked, genuinely taken aback. "You want in?"
"Obviously."
"This isn't… a committee," Chris said, slowly. "It's just… me. And some silk. And a very questionable plan."
"Which is why you need help." Sahir's tone was light, but his eyes were already working through something calculating, focused, and far too fast for Chris to feel entirely comfortable.
"You're serious."
"Of course I'm serious. You're staging what amounts to a public consort reveal in Saha, with Dargente's tailoring, Cressida's political subtlety, and Killian's military-grade logistics. You do realize this looks like a coup, yes?"
Chris opened his mouth. Closed it. "It's a birthday robe."
"It's a message," Sahir corrected. "And not one anyone will misinterpret."
Chris exhaled sharply. "Great. Love that for me."
