Callen snorted. "Actually, that's fairly perceptive. I am another privileged young Pureblood, and I was on the prowl that night. But then a rather intriguing witch caught my eye, and I haven't been able to get her out of my head since."
He reached for her hand, lifting it to his lips.
Cleo's rich, rolling laugh echoed from behind the bar. Callen shot her a dirty look over his shoulder.