Blaise smirked. He wasn't particularly into blokes, but it never hurt to be considered attractive by another bloke. Especially not when they were a famous rockstar. "Thanks, but I'm not your rentboy. I'm your public relations manager. Also known as your damage control."
He took another drag off his cigarette. "You may have had something to do with it." This was his typical way of answering questions. By suggesting an answer, but never directly giving one. "And please, call me Blaise. Formalities don't become you."