The room froze for a few seconds.
The air seemed so heavy that even the recording crystal lost its shine for an instant.
The council members stood motionless—not because of the explicit content of what Damon had insinuated, but because of his audacity in saying it in the Council Chamber, in front of six academic authorities, without blinking.
The mustachioed council member was the first to react.
He slammed both hands on the table, as if he had just heard a blasphemy.
"This is outrageous!" he roared. "You're mocking this council, young man!"
Damon tilted his head, serene, as if observing an angry bird.
"I'm just answering your questions," he said. "You insist so much on knowing where I was… I'm just repeating myself."
The gray-haired council member rubbed her temples, exhausted.
"Damon… nobody is interested in your… intimate details."
"Great," he replied calmly. "Then we can skip this question, because my answer won't change."
