Murphy scoots himself a little bit out of the way to give her room to prepare tea for them. He affords her a side eye, watching her pour water into the mugs, over sachets of chamomile.

His jaw visibly tenses when she speaks up again. Her voice may be small but her words had a way of being sharp. This is the second time she cuts him. "I know how they work." A beat later, "Raven and I are discussing the contract. Making sure its something we both want and agree on. Doesn't sound like that's what your dominant did."