rotting like a wreck on the ocean floor

Oh Loren listened, and he snorted as Sunjata pulled away. "Fine. I don't really know why, but your loss." Reaching out with now free hands, the healer plucked up his mug and took a long drink from it. Then he gave the bartender a mocking toast. "Congratulations. You found the one line you wouldn't cross, the one person you wouldn't sleep with." Drinking again, the Launceleyn slammed his mug back onto the bar. "Guess I don't meet your low standards." The taunting and seductive tone had slipped away, leaving something ugly and dark in its place. His fingers grew white-knuckled around the mug and he turned so he didn't have to look at the other man. LOREN Not quite an open book