Marvel's position between Tower loyalty and family devotion showed in the careful way he positioned himself, closer to Hilton than protocol strictly required, his body language speaking louder than words about where his true allegiances lay.
"The Archon seemed... protective of his identity during the council," Marvel replied with practiced discretion. "That suggests mutual respect, at minimum. Possibly deeper strategic alliance."
The assessment pleased Hilton in ways that went beyond simple paternal satisfaction. This wasn't relief that David had finally met minimum expectations, this was genuine pride in a son who had exceeded every reasonable standard.
"Do I need to visit the boy," Hilton asked with casual confidence, "or has he finally learned to handle himself?"
Marvel's honest assessment carried the weight of someone who had observed David's growth firsthand. "My Lord, unless something extraordinary comes up, I believe David has earned your trust."
