"Not at all. These are all Ryberg's directives." Len chuckled as if seeing something fascinating. "He heard about how Theodore King's account was disabled. Most members of the King's Society were all cut off from their small theater—Parrot. He chose to avenge them and devised a plan with me and the King's Society. Don't worry about what will happen to the SCB."
"Gosh, I now think you may be right. Mr King really isn't into me, right?" Claude cringed harder. He then covered his mouth. "Fuck, he should've seen that dance, too."
"Don't worry, baby. He knows his limits." Len chuckled, but it was so assuring that Claude believed him readily. Claude also felt like he already knew where Len was.
He asked, "Uhm, Len… are you in Mr King's dorm room right now?"
