Dax's grin widened, far too pleased. "Of course. We keep up with the times. Now it's PowerPoint duels and public polling."
Trevor made a low sound of despair. "Keep pens away from him when deranged. He almost killed someone over a graph bar with a pen once."
Lucas's brows lifted. "That sounds like a joke."
Trevor didn't even blink. "It was during a budget hearing. The delegate tried to prove Dax's numbers wrong with a bar graph where the values didn't match the scale. Dax corrected him—with a pen. Through the thigh."
"It missed the femoral artery," Dax said helpfully. "Barely."
Lucas slowly turned to stare at him. "Now I start to understand why Serathine talked about you like you were a demon."
Dax didn't even flinch. In fact, he looked proud.
"Well, she did have a positive opinion of me. Too bad Trevor was the favorite; he got to you first."
