Lucas blinked at the question, surprised. "Is this you asking for permission or making a point?"
Trevor's lips twitched. "A little of both."
Lucas glanced at Dax, then back. "I don't mind," he said honestly. "Though, fair warning, I might glare at him like we're enemies just to keep everyone else on edge."
Dax tilted his head, visibly intrigued. "Wait. Why the sudden question? Did I miss something, or are you planning to poison me?"
Lucas smiled faintly, resting his hands on the edge of the blanket still pooled around his waist. "I said I don't mind. But do you think he would take me seriously?" He glanced at Trevor, then back to Dax. "I do appreciate your understanding… but he might think I'm mad."
Dax blinked once, then laughed. "Oh, sweetheart—thinking you're mad is the baseline here."
Lucas arched a brow. "Comforting."
