The silence in Daemon's office was not heavy. It was light even, the colors of the fading afternoon coloring it with a warm glow, along with a bit of haziness, because of the time of the year.
Only the light sound of a calm breathing remained in the room as the seconds passed. Henry James also seemed calm on the other side, unfazed by the words of Daemon. Neither of them showed any impatience, even as the fifth second arrived. It was then that the smooth rich voice full of depth came from the receiver, as if to announce that headbutting had been a tie:
"It was not a threat, Daemon, it was a warning…"
"..."
Daemon didn't react, and Henry continued:
"We intercepted the information in the underworld, and we are still looking into the leak. Until it is plugged and we finish the clean up, you will be in danger. Now that you are informed, you can take the measures you deem necessary on your side."
"..."