Mason huffed. "Darling, I have been set in my ways since I was seventeen." The age he began to defy his parents and family. Bloody sisters were a damn nuisance.
That needed a drink. Mason emptied his glass. After, he set the glass down with a shrug of his shoulder. "If I do or don't makes no difference to me." Archie was, but that wasn't his secret to tell. "My club was designed to be a safe place for all creatures on the fringe of society. Gay. Weird. Other. They are welcome." Then he smirked. "And anyone breaking the peace I've created answers to the bouncers I've staffed with retired military, fighters and wrestlers."
His brows lifted as he looked up from idly spinning the empty glass on the table. He looked at Ragnar for a quiet moment then burst out laughing. "Honestly, that sounds positively splendid! It would amuse me to no end to watch thick heads bicker with a historian who had actually lived it."