Cade didn't quite bristle at the remark, but his mood definitely shifted, his slight amusement fleeing as if it had never been there at all. "I might have superiors, but I'm no one's underling," he said firmly.
Well, that was curious. Cranberry juice at a party with an open bar? "So are you a teetotaler, an alcoholic, or pregnant?" Cade asked with no preamble, tact not his most outstanding trait. He hadn't answered her question, but he'd get to it.