“What do you love, Cadet Schafer?” “Serene,” Elliot replied promptly. Commander Woodsinger closed her eyes and visibly prayed for patience. She did not reach for any weapons when she opened her eyes, so Elliot figured her prayer was granted. “What else?” Elliot sunk down low in the chair, hands linked over his chest, and kicked the desk. To punish the desk even more, he eyed it darkly. “So long as this goes no further,” he muttered. “Luke, I suppose.”
