Blaise's nose wrinkled when Lorcan pilfered his cocktail. He knew the places that mouth had been. Or would be.
"No, not too much. Or else I would never get any sleep," he remarked, letting him keep the drink. No sense in taking a chance with that. "No bride, although you almost were when you went to the States. In Vegas, if memory serves. You'll thank me later for that save."