Dahmer's jaw tightened, his posture instantly stiffening into a defensive stance. He opened his mouth to deliver a harsh, biting refusal that would have sent her packing immediately, but before a single sound could escape his lips, Malcolm's hand shot out.
Malcolm pinched the sensitive skin of Dahmer's side with painful force.
"Ah—" Dahmer hissed, his eyes flashing in surprise as he looked at the Alpha.
Malcolm ignored his glare entirely, his hand firmly pressing against Dahmer's lower back and physically pushing the Enigma forward, toward the staircase where his mother stood waiting. Malcolm looked up at Joveline, his amber eyes steady, carrying a quiet, respectful understanding. "He is willing to talk to you, Madam Lukas," Malcolm said clearly, his voice leaving no room for Dahmer to argue. "He will be right up."
