Ezra downed half of his black velvet, the silence that stretched between them was neither comfortable or awkward, nor was it in between. It was whatever it was, and always had been between him and Viv. They weren't exactly friends, and they weren't exactly enemies either. He didn't know how to describe the two of them together. He guessed it was better left unsaid.
He chuckled, deep baritone vibrating as he shrugged. “Darling, there's more to me than spreading my seed. Making friends is always the kinda thing I'm into,” he replied, smirking a little in her direction. '
He raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning cocky as he huffed. “My saddle can handle your pretty ass, but if you want to play the young card, you're not too old to get spanked,” he drawled as he winked playfully with the tumbler to his mouth and took a drink.