“You underestimate me.” Attention turned to the countertop as he leant against it to roll a cigarette. “I don’t doubt that. But you don’t get it, do you?” He looked up from his hands, one perfectly drawn eyebrow raised. “It’s the risk that makes me want you more. It makes me crave this, crave us. Tell me what’s so dangerous, an’ then…” A laugh sounded in his throat. “Just let us ‘ave one night together. In the mornin’, that’s when we work out what happens after.”
Peter chuckled, letting his eyes bleed red for the first time in front of the man. He’d had to bring it forward before when certain nonhuman customers had gotten out of control, but he tried not to do it in front of the human staff and clients. No need to bring hunters down on him for no reason. “Do you think you can handle a whole night?” he teased, reaching to pull the cigarette from slender fingers and set it aside.
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