But that didn’t matter in this office, he reminded himself, and instead of pushing himself fully to his feet, he dropped back into his chair. It was a deliberate refusal to give White Haven the courtesy of standing to greet him, and felt a stir of satisfaction as anger flickered in those ice-blue eyes.

“What do you want?” he half-snapped.

“Still wasting no courtesy on visitors, I see,” White Haven observed.

“Visitors who want courtesy should know enough to go through my appointments yeoman,” Janacek replied in that same, harsh voice.

“Who undoubtedly would have found all manner of reasons why you couldn’t have squeezed in the time to meet with me.”

“Maybe he would have,” Janacek growled. “But if you think I would deliberately have refused to see you, maybe that should have suggested that you stay the hell away.”

Hamish Alexander started to snap back, then made himself pause and draw a deep breath, instead. He wondered if Janacek even began to suspect what a childish, petulant appearance he presented. But it had always been that way where the two of them were concerned, so he could hardly pretend the First Lord’s attitude was unexpected. And if he was going to be honest, Janacek had always brought out the very worst in him, as well. It was as if simply walking into the other man’s presence was enough to transport them both back to a confrontation on a grammar school playground somewhere.

But at least White Haven was aware of that. That gave him a certain responsibility to at least try to act like an adult. And even though he felt deep in his bones that any sort of rational discussion of what brought him here was unlikely—to say the very least—it was also far too important for him to allow Janacek’s temper to provoke his own.

“Look,” he said after a moment in a reasonable tone, “we don’t like each other. We never have, and we never will. I don’t see any point in pretending otherwise, especially when there aren’t any witnesses.” He smiled thinly. “But I assure you, I wouldn’t be here unless I thought it was sufficiently important to justify the sort of scene you and I usually seem to end up a part of whenever we meet.”

“I’m sure a man of your well-known brilliance and intellect must have all sorts of things that need doing,” and Janacek replied sarcastically. “What could possibly make me important enough for you to waste time in my office?”

Again, White Haven began a hot retort, only to bite it off.

“I do have any number of things I could be doing instead,” he agreed. “None of them, however, are quite as important as the reason I’m here. If you’ll give me ten minutes of your time without the two of us snarling at each other like a pair of playground bullies, perhaps we can deal with that particular concern and I can be on my way.”

“I’m certainly in favor of anything which would produce that effect,” Janacek snorted. He cocked back his chair, deliberately drawing attention to his failure to invite his “guest” to be seated. “What seems to be on your mind, My Lord?”