Anthony's eyes narrowed slightly, but he quickly recovered, the faintest hint of amusement flickering behind his condescending grin.
It was as though David's response had sparked a mild curiosity in him, like a predator assessing a potential rival rather than an immediate threat.
"She's handling more important things tonight," Anthony replied smoothly, his voice carrying an undercurrent of authority.
There was no irritation, only a calm certainty that whatever Elizabeth was doing was far more significant than her presence here. "Not that it's any of your concern."
David met Anthony's gaze, holding it with a quiet, steady confidence. He refused to be rattled. "Of course. I'm sure she has her reasons."
His words were neutral, but the subtle challenge beneath them was unmistakable, leaving enough room for Anthony to interpret however he wished.
