It was a tiny thing, a twitch at the corner of his mouth that suggested he knew something the rest of the world didn't. He wasn't even managing to suppress it.
"Stop looking at me," Eris snapped during a particularly dry briefing on trade tariffs.
Soren didn't look away. "I haven't said a word, Eris."
"You don't have to. Your face is doing it. Your face is loud. Stop your face. Stop breathing too while you're at it."
The corner of his mouth twitched higher.
"I regret telling you," she muttered, reaching for a bunch of grapes. "I should have said nothing until I was too round to walk. I should have fled to the southern provinces and sent a letter."
"You wouldn't have lasted another week," Soren said, his voice a low hum of satisfaction. "The evidence was already visible to anyone with eyes."
"What evidence?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing.
Soren chose not to answer that, primarily in the interest of his own survival.
