"He...he didn't force you did he?" Lori asked, horrified as the worst case scenario ran through his head. He thought of Jacob, but pushed the thought aside, even if his skin was crawling. That had been his own fault, coupled with the hex, and it wasn't at all the same as some guy getting Louis drunk and taking advantage.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He couldn't imagine why anyone actually liked it at Eros: it was loud and overwhelming and people wouldn't leave you alone even if you politely asked them to. And if you were impolite, you were called all sorts of names.
He much preferred St. Mungo's. It was far less complicated.