"Rum, then," Conor replied, still not fully at ease. He despised being toyed with, and right now, he felt like he was dancing on string for Byron's amusement. After all, he'd come here, as requested. He'd accepted a drink, which had felt oddly like sealing his fate. But he was, at heart, a bit impulsive and impossibly stubborn. He wanted to finish whatever there had been between them, once and for all.