He raised an eyebrow at that. "That's not how I meant it and you know it." He was conscious of the fact he was shirtless and out of instinct he set his hand over the old scar. It hurt more every morning then it did during the rest of the day and he winced before walking to his closet and pulling on a shirt.
If there was ever a day he wished he could drink.
He returned a bit later and leaned on the counter. "This is the second time. I'm not the only one he does this too. Makes the entire city go crazy." Sighing he shook his head. "Can I get you anything?"