Charles rolled his eyes. "It means something."
Edward finally broke his silence, responding with a smooth, unwavering tone. "It means I find Lord Gabriel interesting."
Gabriel clapped his hand across his chest in mock delight. "Ah, at last, recognition! I began to fear that I was just another shadow in these gilded halls."
Charles shook his head, clearly not impressed.
Edward, however, remained unfazed. He studied Gabriel for a long time before speaking again, his tone quieter but no less confident. "His Majesty chose your attire personally."
Gabriel paused at that. He had assumed that the garments would be fine, having been chosen with the usual precision and detachment by palace attendants. But why would Damian do it?