Dylan laughed. "You think I should keep pushing it? I think I'd rather not. Dale was freakishly strong," he said with a chuckle. "I mean I knew he'd be strong, because well Werewolf, but knowing is one thing, feeling another." Not that it would stop him if he thought Dale would never find out, but that was another thing entirely. '
"Unfortunately I refuse to take the blame for your shoe, especially since you're probably freakishly strong too," he teased.
"Brother hunting, heh?" he asked, putting an arm around Dom's shoulders. "I guess I could support that. But only if I have another drink. I think whiskey is in order seeing how I nearly got my arse whipped. Come with me to get it?"