“I suppose there’s no telling you to go away?”
Ellis paused, hands clasped in front of his groin and stance suspiciously military. “You can, sure.”
“Would you listen?”
“Maybe eventually.”
“What are you, a sucker for assholes?”
Ellis made a face. “That’s like…The imagery there is just—”
“You know what I mean,” Bryn said, exasperated.
Ellis sighed. “No. At least, I don’t think so.”
“Then what? Tell me you don’t do this with everybody you blow.”
Ellis appeared wounded. “I would do this for anyone I blew, sure, because I’d care about them.”
The man made Bryn’s head hurt. “I’m a douche. Trust me. Trust Lucian Gray, okay?”
“You want to tell me why you’re a douche?”
Bryn hesitated. He could tell Ellis. He could sum it up in a tidy sentence or two and make Ellis vanish like a bad dream
