Clayton and Jordan
"Despite what everyone else thinks," Clay said with a grin, "shirts are a fire hazard." He gestured at the grill. "Imagine a flame shoots up. Catches the tail of my shirt. I'm a werewolf, I'm not fireproof." Little did he know there was someone at the gathering who was entirely fireproof, but that was neither here nor there.
He held his hand out to her. "Clayton Danvers. I'd remember if we'd met," he said with a nod. he wasn't flirting. Clay didn't flirt, at least not with anyone other than Mercy. He was just being friendly.