Victor's hand lingered at Elias's nape for a heartbeat longer before he finally turned. "You're supposed to knock," he said, his tone cool but edged with something heavier.
Uno's lips curved faintly, though the expression never reached his eyes. "Doors were not made for me."
"Neither was timing," Elias muttered under his breath, reaching for his glasses with one hand and brushing Victor's collar with the other, as if to reassert the presence of order where there clearly wasn't any.
Uno's gaze flicked toward him then, the faintest gleam of curiosity sparking across that impossible blue. "Ah," he said softly, "the mortal is still pissed at me."
Elias met his gaze without flinching. "I prefer 'scientist' to 'mortal.'"
Uno inclined his head in mock acknowledgment. "Then, scientist… prepare yourself, because you have to help me get my Connor back."
