"Liar."
The word came out low, a lazy purr wrapped in arrogance. Dax didn't even open his eyes when he said it, which somehow made it worse.
Chris made a sound halfway between a scoff and a laugh. "You have got to be kidding me."
"I'm not," Dax replied, stretching like a cat that owned the bed, the palace, and probably the entire continent. "You're lying."
"About what?"
Dax cracked one eye open, that infuriating violet glint catching the light. "About being tired. You're not tired. You're pretending to be tired so you don't have to admit you're trembling."
Chris blinked, flatly. "That's some world-class delusion right there."
"Hmm." Dax smiled faintly. "You're trembling right now."
"I'm not trembling. I'm…" Chris stopped, glancing down at his own hand, which, traitorously, was shaking slightly. "That's caffeine withdrawal."
Dax's brow lifted. "I didn't give you coffee."
"Exactly."
There was a long pause. Dax's lips curved. "You're adorable when you rationalize."
