The white sheep of the family
”Not always.” Loren smirked. ”Sometimes it’s very, very good, and sometimes it’s very, very bad.” While there was a bit of a suggestive tone, he was mostly being playful and a bit self-deprecating.
Swirling his mug, he let out a huff of laughter. ”Depends on what your reaction to the existence of such a stash would be.” He took a sip as he waited for Weaver’s response.
He sipped again at her toast. A slow and maybe slightly naughty grin spread across his lips at the game she suggested. "I'm be a fool to pass up an offer like that." His finger tapped against the side of the mug as he considered his first question. "What do you do for a living?" Maybe an easy and boring one, but he figured she should be rewarded for going first.
Besides, he was hardly drunk yet.
Swirling his mug, he let out a huff of laughter. ”Depends on what your reaction to the existence of such a stash would be.” He took a sip as he waited for Weaver’s response.
He sipped again at her toast. A slow and maybe slightly naughty grin spread across his lips at the game she suggested. "I'm be a fool to pass up an offer like that." His finger tapped against the side of the mug as he considered his first question. "What do you do for a living?" Maybe an easy and boring one, but he figured she should be rewarded for going first.
Besides, he was hardly drunk yet.
Will blood tell
