Evan snorted and grinned at him. "Yeah, I don't need your validation, but it's always nice to here. You know it's nice to hear. You like hearing that you're good looking. I'm sure whoever this guy is, tells you how good looking you are."
He shrugged with a smile. "It is best that no girl has ever told me. I'd be out the door sooner than three syllables would be out of their mouth," he said, meaning it. "Well, have you ever said it then to some bloke who probably broke your heart? Leave out names or I'd be obligated to go kick their ass for breaking your heart."
"You guess? What you suddenly have a soft spot for the harpy woman and her pet werewolf?" he asked, a bit amused at the idea. He didn't think that Sam would, but it didn't really matter. The deal was in place and there was no turning back now. He was a bit ashamed of John for it and never having sex with the girl apparently. Compared to the good old days, it was a sad change of course. "Who says your my best mate?"