Byron quirked a brow at the misinformation coming from Kit's mouth. While he did not expect every fine detail, their friendship had never so much been like that, Byron did find it suspicious there were no further details than 'accident' or 'a meal didn't agree with him.'
Stabbing the knife he brought into the shower with them into the wall, he turned toward Kit with a practicing smile. "Do not let me stop you from what seems like an interesting story, love." He trailed a finger down Kit's bare side. "You know how I enjoy them."