"How kind of you," Azriel rolled his eyes but smiled. "St Mungo's must be so happy now that you're not adding to the body count in the name of academic research."
"Talkative? Me? Liar," he teased, knowing he'd been a lot more talkative the other night. A lot pushier and much more forward than he would be normally too which only served to embarrass him now he was sober. He flushed slightly at the memory and drank a large mouthful of whiskey. "As for taking advantage, I think it was I who took advantage of somebody's inability to tell me no the other night," he said, staring at the other man.
It was easier to listen to Stephen talk about his work than think about the other night. The fact that it had been everything neither of them wanted was only making him think about it more. "Can the process be split like that?" he asked. "So easily, I mean?"