He can tell she's playing with him, and oh he likes that. It's fun when it's a game, a bit of back and forth, giving as good as she got. He knew there was a reason he liked her.

One of his hands lifts, pushes back through his hair, shifting his fringe away from his eyes only for it to fall back again as soon as his hand moves back away. He's silent a moment, watching, waiting until she takes another sip of her drink, and only then does he go on.

"When were you last fucked, Melody?'