Okay, clearly, the eldest Nox wasn't going to get through to him that way, so he figured he'd pivot a bit.
"Well, do you even realize what you just said out there? They'll think…" Killian started, only to realize that despite spending years learning diplomacy and carefully choosing the right words for every conceivable political situation, his vocabulary had apparently abandoned him at the exact moment he needed it most.
He opened his mouth once more, hoping something coherent would emerge. "They'll think—"
"They'll think whatever they want to think," Jax replied with surprising ease. "Though they'll probably think the right thing." He shrugged lightly before adding, "After all, wasn't I pretty clear?"
Killian couldn't help but stare.
There wasn't even a trace of embarrassment on the redhead's face.
No awkwardness.
No hesitation.
