Normally, George and Owen would engage in verbal spats, but he didn't have time to waste today. Every minute with Dawn was precious.
"Why are you here, Owen? Don't tell me you wanted to invite me for lunch?" George asked.
"What if I did?"
"Then, I will need to decline."
"Is there a reason?"
"Of course, there is," George responded. "Other than not wanting your ugly face to give me indigestion, I woke up craving dumplings, so I asked my Omegas to prepare them for lunch. You would know how that feels if you had Omegas serving you. Oh, how inconsiderate of me. Lieutenants don't get Omegas to serve them; that's only for Generals and above."
Owen's jaw ticked, and George shook his head.
"If there is anything official, schedule an appointment. If you have time to spare, I suggest you return to the training grounds. When you feel you have a fighting chance, issue me a warrior's challenge. I won't refuse."
