And so, graciously, Jack decided to attempt something rather uncommon for him: tact.
“That sounds nice,” Jack said kindly, even though he privately thought it seemed a bit wasteful, considering all the things Morozko could be doing, like laying curses on any of the mortals who displeased him.
Though Jack was careful not to show any of his thoughts on his face, something must have shined through, because Morozko only huffed at his words, enthusiasm dimming.
“Oh, why do I bother,” he muttered to himself, reaching out to close the window on his computer. “What would a pixie understand, anyhow.”
Jack blinked rapidly, tightening his grip on Morozko’s office chair for a moment, before letting go.
Privately, he reflected that this was the most restrained he’d been in decades. He decided to r
