It was already getting rather late by the time the most unconventional interrogation of the night finally began, yet the three and a half beings responsible for everyone's collective heart attacks looked far more relaxed than anyone felt they had the right to be.
Or well... two and a half of them did.
Luca, who was still stubbornly using the Empire's future monarch as his glorified chair, wore a fluffy sleeping mask over his eyes while leisurely sipping hot chocolate through a straw because, just as he'd wanted, he couldn't actually see where the cup was.
Then there was Jax, who'd taken a similarly peculiar approach to the confrontation.
He casually sipped his own drink while maintaining suspiciously shifty eye contact with the baby queen bee perched on the table, looking very much like someone silently trying to coordinate a version of events they could both commit to.
Then there was Marshal Julian.
