An Alpha for the Alpha
He pops up, frowning, “Might I propose that you make your own tea next time, if you have no patience for perfection ? It would be an ever so much more efficient use of your time and mine.”
I crack a half-smile as I say, “You're damned insolent considering that I am your Alpha.”
“I wish only to facilitate the smooth and graceful running of this place, sir,” He says with a theatrical bow.
I shake my head, marveling at his ability to keep a straight face, “Just wait to get the tea done you cheeky bastard.”
Fire moon has been dealing with things like this before, she might know how to get him to talk. In the meantime, I will just have to fill him with tea and hope he regains his voice.