“Oh, you know,” Will said with a shrug, even though he knew she didn’t. “Same old really.” He was not going to talk to Luna in a goth club about his daughter cutting teeth and making messes, or about his immortal partner, or about anything else risky at all. Nothing that would remind them of the reasons why they’d stopped talking in the first place. Not when she was looking so gorgeous and being friendly. “Can I buy you a drink?”