Jaxon leans back in his chair, eyes narrowing as he takes in the plans laid out before him. His fingers tap against the edge of the table in a deliberate rhythm, and when he glances up to meet your gaze, there’s that familiar challenge in his eyes.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite rival," he says with a smirk, the hint of sarcasm barely concealed. "Let’s see if you can outdo me this time... I doubt it."