"Then be such a Tiger, Hod," Tavar said. "Why waste your talents here? You do not wish to be Minister, or carry our ministerial duties. Why stay, with all your wants?"
Oliver had a feeling that he'd walked in on a conversation that was very much about him. Hod narrowed his eyes in annoyance and folded his arms. He was a sharp mind, that Minister of Logic, but Tavar was relentlessly stubborn. They made for poor conversational partners.
"We have discussed this, General," Hod said. "It needs not be rediscussed now. There are more important matters at hand."
"I will yield only now, but you can not run away forever, Hod," Tavar said, folding his arms too, unaware that he was perfectly mirroring the younger man. The pair struck Oliver very much like father and son, though as far as he was aware, there was no relation between them.
