Cyrus's lips twitched. "Your workaholic dragon realized his fox might do something reckless if left unsupervised."
Kane's ears flattened indignantly. "I'm not that bad."
"You broke into my private room twice." Cyrus changed lanes with fluid precision. "Got kidnapped by my psychotic ex-assistant—"
"Okay, when you list it like that—"
"Chased a hooded figure through downtown without backup," Cyrus continued mercilessly. "Freed spirits from containment while actively bleeding out. Should I go on?"
Kane crossed his arms. "You're being dramatic."
"I'm being accurate." Cyrus stopped at a red light, gaze sliding sideways. "Besides, I have vacation days accumulated since 1847."
Kane choked on air. "You what?"
"Dragons rarely take holidays." Cyrus accelerated when the light changed. "We hoard wealth and bury ourselves in work until something forces us to stop."
His hand found Kane's knee, squeezing gently.
"You're my something."
