Grant peers at him, brows lifting. Desperate for what, that's the question. Grant slouches in his seat, imperturbable. Alexis shakes his head. Like I know.
Grant glances up from playing with the glass again, with more active irritation than before.
Maybe I don't want to talk to you at all, precious thing. A contemptuous gesture. Call me a narrow-minded bastard. Alexis shakes his head and leans back. They're not hard to get along with, but just you try talking to them.