Gregory's laughter continued to echo through the night air, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to come from somewhere primal, somewhere raw. Ebilade watched him with narrowed eyes, his stance still poised and wary, muscles coiled just in case Gregory's laughter was some sort of ploy.
"What's so funny?" Ebilade's voice was sharp, a sliver of irritation lacing his words. Despite the bite in his tone, his gaze remained calm, steady, though a slight furrow of curiosity pulled at his brow. Beneath his composed exterior, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of intrigue, watching as Gregory's laughter died down to a rumbling chuckle.