"Dying on you? Remind me to never let you near me if I need a doctor," Azriel joked.
"I've only had a couple of drinks," he said honestly, not mentioning that the second one had been the drink that Lorcan had spilt over the poker table. "I'm not one to gamble if I've had more than that even if the money isn't real. Besides, I seem to do stupid things when I've had too much. Amazingly good but idiotic things."
He mock-gasped. "Sleeping? Really? How unusual," he teased, remembering that Stephen did very long hours. "I've been working more too. Quarterly results are coming up thick and fast. So what are you planning to do with lung man? Maybe put him on assisted breathing for a few days until you can either regrow or de- Um, de-stress the lungs?"