"You are my Turk. My only Turk." Rufus did not watch the Turks to the degree that they watched him— that was the definition of their relationship, and the measure of his extensive trust in them. But keeping tabs on them was part of his role as their master and protector. For Reno to insinuate that there was something wrong with that.... Rufus smothered a snarl, forced away the urge to shove to his feet and slam his hands upon the table. He remained perfectly still.
"You were going to tell me. Was there a timeframe on this resolution, or was it simply 'when you could no longer conceal the situation?' In which case I'd say everything is going according to plan." His fingers on the table drummed once, slowly.