Re: Swift as the coursing river.
"Don't call me that," Kiernan interjected amongst Will's sass. He didn't like being called 'sir' or 'boss man' by anyone, especially not his ethnic employees. "Ye're welcome, but really, it's you who's doin' me the favor. Lochlan's been at the mic more than at the bar," Grasp's eyebrow quirked with an accusation, though. "But ye can't relate to that..." He was a Katy & Perry fan, no complaints from Kiernan.
"Talk about what?" Oh, probably the staring. "I'm fine. Shit at home isn't, but that's typical." The Irishman smirked at Omen then moved to sit up on the island where he did his best chopping and thinking. "That obvious?" His state. "I think I'm broken," he blabbed. Fuck. "Lyndie dropped 'er top an' asked me ta make her food after we took a dip in 'er hot tub, an' I just went ahead an' made 'er lunch. Even borrowed a robe. Then," dramatic pause, "I went home." Damn Will and his 'tell me your secrets' brown eyes. So unlike Troy's. Heh.