He looks up, startled, and launches an instant flurry of protests. I turn on the charm, ordering myself another gin and tonic. He smiles back, relieved and disarmed. No, not really. I mean, we take turns fetching the drinks.
Poor git looks dazed.
He got us our drinks. I stifle a chuckle at Vince's transparent attempt to diffuse my attention onto Alexander, who's giving me the eye and is clearly not impressed. The feeling's mutual. I practically cheer when he grabs a bottle and bounds away, leaving it just me and Vince. He gives me another Nervous Nellie smile, those little-boy eyes flitting around, resting on nothing for more than a second.