"I don't mind wearing the shirt," Rook says with a small shrug. "I figure it's one of those things, I don't have to argue with them about my authority if I'm wearing the shirt."

He watches quietly Ulysse make his way through the plate. Even that is somehow attractive, drawing attention to his mouth and the way his lips quirk every now and then, too small to be a smile but Rook finds it riveting to observe in any case.

He'll have to figure out how to deal with this attraction or this is going to be a very frustrating experience...