Roman would only shrug in reply, bored already. “Suit yourself,” he murmured to Noah. There wouldn’t be any stopping the other man, and frankly Roman didn’t care whether the fire starter was there or not. But it was one less thing between himself and the present company for conversation. The brandied cherry would be lifted out of Noah’s abandoned glass and the lawyer indulged.
Once the fruit was void of the stem, Roman set it aside and accepted a sip from his own drink. “What are you having, Arrow? Would you like another?” The concoction of rose petals floating in amber was interesting now that he could see the festive beverage.