"Samandriel," he said, watching the man. "And keeping me on a leash is for special occasions." Flicking through the pages was a good sign, he thought. Likely, he wouldn't be in too much trouble for trespassing or at least not enough to worry about whether or not he'd make it home. His gaze dropped again, catching on the way the hard, sculpted lines of the man's body disappeared into those too snug shorts.
He fixed his attention back up on the man's face instead. It was safer to look at and allowed him to pretend like he still had some of the courage his fight with his sister left in him.