"Well, that's going to have to stop," Emerson found himself saying, swallowing hard when he realized his own folly in letting Lucien leave on his own that night. He should've assumed. "You're worth more than you think you are, but you have to start realizing that."
Emerson eyed Lucien carefully before pouring both of them another drink. "Last one, though. How's about I make you a promise too, and you can be as obnoxious as I'm being about the not drinking and getting your shit together to help me stick to it." The witch slid Lucien's glass to him, holding his own and grimacing as he was sure he wanted to say the words. "I'll fucking give up smoking if you give up the boozing and prostituting yourself."