"The Virtues are total bores." He yawned. He grabbed her foot at that last jab, rolling his eyes. "You could go with Avarice." Smile. "I'm fond of that name too."
He crawled up (forget the towel). "You're mine, Zoe," and he meant that possessively. He had branded her as his whether or not he'd used influence. He wasn't going anywhere right now. He pulled her closer, dragging her legs over him until she was practically in his lap.