"So? Why are you not speaking? Don't tell me..." Valerian narrowed his eyes at Azrael, his gaze sharp and suspicious, every inch of his demeanor radiating skepticism. "...Is this one of your antics to get my attention? If it is, I will not tolerate it."
'This again? I haven't done anything for a month,' Azrael thought, fighting to keep his expression neutral as he bowed deeply. His irritation simmered beneath the surface, but he knew he couldn't let it show. He had to secure his allowance, and Valerian's temper was already frayed.
"I deeply apologize for bothering you, Valerian. I am not here to cause trouble. I only wish to ask about something..." Azrael's voice was steady, but he could feel the tension in the air thickening with every word.
