“Mighty kind of you to think of my reputation,” he quipped. Though his voice was deadpan, Chasin can probably figure out he’s joking. A lot of people misread him as being a completely serious fellow when, in fact, he’s not.

Those dark eyes turn back to his glass, a finger trailing around the rim. Last time. Last time had been a lot of fun. Both the hunt and letting Chasin claim his prize for the win.

“Oh, I haven’t forgotten,” he purred.