"You want me to actually teach?" Ace asked, brows furrowing in confusion.
"Yes," Milson replied smoothly. "I'll be sending you a class of specially selected students from the academy itself."
"Special, you say..." Ace muttered, narrowing his eyes.
He leaned in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "After all, Soho speaks very highly of you, you know."
"That's Princess Soho," Ace corrected, crossing his arms.
Milson waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, whatever. It's just the two of us here, unless, of course, you are her obedient little dog?"
Ace chuckled. "Funny, coming from the one who's only here because of her orders."
Milson let out a bark of laughter. "Oh no, no! It was not an order. She begged me to help you, you see."
He paused, then added with a sly grin, "Well, in return, I made her serve me for a night in bed,she was talented."
He watched Ace closely, waiting for some sign of jealousy, anger, anything.
Yet Ace didn't even blink.
