Seeing that Celestia completely ignored Jareth, Dexter also pulled back his gaze. He shook his head slightly and looked at her, saying casually, "It's nothing serious, really. We'll chat next time." As he spoke, he stood up from the sofa and exaggeratedly glanced at his watch.
"It's getting late. Amelia's probably waiting on me. I'm gonna head out. Get some rest, alright? Hit me up if anything comes up. If I don't answer my phone, just call the office or home-you know all the numbers."
As he spoke, his eyes briefly flicked toward Jareth, clearly sizing him up. From the twitch in Jareth's jaw and his furrowed brows, Dexter already knew the man was fuming inside.
"Alright, sure." Celestia nodded and walked him to the door. As he headed down the stairs, she called after him gently,
