“I heard the question.”
“Then this should be efficient.”
Daniel laughed once through his nose. He wore a navy suit with no tie, the top button of his shirt open, but the collar was still stiff enough to irritate the skin at his throat. He kept rubbing that spot with one finger whenever Julian spoke. “You always did enjoy making ordinary conversations sound like depositions.”
“Occupational contamination.”
“My mother liked that about you.”