Picking out the rum from a cabinet, Byron poured out a glass for Connor and picked up a glass of wine for himself. "Come, sit down," he offered, gesturing to the dark leather couch and setting Conor's glass of Rum on the coffee table in front of where he was expected to sit. The actions would have been a fairly typical thing as Byron had spent such a time being a dominant to the Fae.
"I must say. I am rather surprised you showed up with how the last we spoke turned out. I just could not let that go any longer. We are co-workers after all and any injury of you is an injury to me." He started, taking a sip of his wine, and appearing completely sincere.