A bunny or a fox would have been a better familiar than what Graham had. He was really counting on the damn moth to die the second he was turned, but it looked like that wouldn't happen. Now he was cursed with the fucking thing for eternity. Graham would have traded Kismet for anything any day, because seriously? Who the hell had a moth as a familiar?!
Laughing over Jace was a wonderful pasttime in his mind. Not that Graham didn't enjoy the company of the man at all, but it was great to be able to kick back and laugh about this. Hell, Graham knew he had his own share of stupid moments that would haunt until the other people involved died off, like the whole night out that involved everclear. Never again. Though Graham kept on laughing when Tessa mentioned something about Jace wanting a kiss if he managed to kick her ass. Well, at least he aimed high, though not high enough to hit the bar. Graham, on the other hand, was grinning like a massive idiot, knowing he was able to get that much without having to put up a literal fight. Oh god, he was going to absolutely love shoving that into Jace's face.
"Well, I try to be," he replied while shifting in his seat to get a bit more comfortable. There was no point in trying, seeing he was going to be cold either way, but it was worth a try. "Wouldn't have it any other way. No reason for you not to be treated with respect." With another inhale on his black, he flicked away the ash and found himself smirking. "Though I'll warn you that I have a reputation of not being a gentleman behind closed doors." Tessa was smart enough to figure that one out and it probably helped almost moaned the sentence out to her.