Assad turned his head slowly. He could see Sévon standing in the doorframe with his arms crossed, staring at him with the same relaxed look that he always had.
He jumped off of the bed in a defensive posture.
"Why do you come back after almost killing me?" Assad continued.
As Sévon walked toward him, Assad tensed.
Step. Step. Step.
Sévon slowly made his way across the medical bay's hard floor, his footsteps light yet purposeful. Assad immediately went into full defense mode by tightening his shoulders and fixating on Sévon as he walked until he reached the end of his bed.
He had no desire to feel the same extreme pressure on his body again.
Sévon saw that and, of course, didn't say anything; he continued walking to the end of the bed. Instead of stopping in front of Assad, Sévon walked right past him. The little chair next to the bed made a soft scraping noise as Sévon sat down after sliding it out from under him.
"...Why are you still on guard?"
Assad didn't move his gaze from Sévon.
"Do you think I wouldn't?"
Sévon tilted his head to the side to study Assad.
"You're looking at me like I'm going to do something ungentlemanly again."
There was a moment of silence between them.
"Because last time you almost killed me."
Sévon sighed softly.
"Valid argument."
There was silence in the medical bay. The only sounds were the monitors' constant beeping. While Sévon sat in a chair next to Assad, Assad remained at the ready; no words left them for a while; when Sévon finally spoke, he said:
"How much did you hear?"
Assad frowned a little.
"Hear what?"
For just an instant, there was a split second when he didn't know what Sévon was referring to until finally, it dawned on him...
The scrap of paper he had left behind had allowed him to eavesdrop on Sévon and Shuren's conversation. Assad's pupils dilated to the maximum, and by the time he was ready to respond, Sévon had already pulled his scrap of paper out of his own pocket and was holding it between his fingers.
Assad froze.
Sévon looked at the scrap of paper and then back at Assad.
"I'm going to ask again."
While his tone had remained steady, there was an obvious underlying edge to his voice.
"How much did you hear?"
Assad looked down for just a moment; slowly, his eyes turned toward the floor.
"I heard it all."
The room became quiet once more. The medical monitor's steady rhythm was the only sound remaining. Sévon said nothing, just stared at him.
As Sévon moved toward Assad he was frightened but was ready to face the worst. During that time he heard part of an important conversation that he should not have heard, and even though he had gotten caught. The main question that needs to be answered is if Shuren had knowledge of the piece of paper that he had left on his desk. Sévon could not have felt the presence of Assad when he first woke up; from the first day he knew Shuren was a very dangerous entity for any woman.
Sévon stopped at Assad and looked at him, then out of nowhere he gave him a pat on the head. This surprised Assad for a bit as it caught him off guard. He believed that he was going to be punished for that action. So why was Sévon giving him a pat on the head?
"It's okay, like they always say curiosity always kills that cat. So it's water under the bridge."
Assad was filled with confusion on why he was getting the soft treatment even though he was listening on something that did not need his attention.
Sévon let go of his head and went back to his chair.
"Okay, so the only reason I scolded you for eavesdropping on Shuren and me was because I already punished you during training so don't stress. We need to chat."
"Chat about what?" Assad asked cautiously. For a brief moment Sévon was still ,gazing upwards into the ceiling with his hands thrust deeply as far as he could shove them into the pockets of his pants before turning to Assad with his typical calm visage.
"You have talents; however, it appears that due to being nervous about them, you have not been able to show them off completely. So to help you accomplish that I have a fantastic opportunity for you."
Assad remained quiet while Sévon continued to speak.
"I'm not sure if you are aware of this but there is going to be an auction in two weeks and Ms. V was invited.She will require security at the auction because in Yorna she's viewed as very influential , whether through politics or nobility, and, thus , requires assistance."
Despite his desire to be as far away from Sévon as possible, Assad couldn't help but become even more intrigued by what seemed to be an upcoming auction.
"You don't need me to go into detail, I'm assuming you already know what I'm going to tell you?"
Standing tall, Assad was seriously considering taking him up on the offer. Being a bodyguard and attending a charity auction are pretty appealing opportunities as far as I'm concerned. A random question popped into his mind.
"Hey, I've got a question?"
When Sévon smiled at Assad, he assumed that he was going to ask something related to money (as many people do).
"Who's Ms. V?"
The atmosphere in the room went completely dead and uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable. Confused, Assad tilted his head to question why Sévon wasn't replying. His question may have sounded stupid or too difficult to answer.
With a sigh, Sévon grabbed his nose and chuckled.
"Sorry, I said that name without telling you what it meant; my fault. Ms. V is the boss if that wasn't obvious."
'Okay I can see that for sure, but how does he know her by that name?'
"A long story; not really sure about that one."
Assad froze again and slapped his forehead; again the dumb flaw, always forgetting the obvious. Sévon noticed this and smirked a bit.
"One of my flaws is if I use my abilities too much, I lose something important."
Assad hadn't expected Sévon to say anything like this just now. Why is Sévon just throwing this stuff out there?
"Uh... so what are you gonna do, tell me or what...?"
"Oops sorry. "
Assad then became quiet and stared up at the ceiling like Sévon had previously done.
Upon seeing this, Sévon tilted his head as if to say, "What? Why is he copying that? Is it even cool to do this?"
Assad then looked down and sighed deeply. He looked directly at Sévon, staring almost into his soul; and then mumbled the words, "I accept".
Since Sévon never heard it, he asked Assad to repeat his answer. He repeated but was slightly louder. Sévon smiled, stood up from his chair and gave Assad another pat on the head.
"Great, now try and pull yourself together. I will go see Ms. V now..."
Assad nodded.