Under the table, Kymopoleia kicked him in the shin. It wasn't as hard as it could have been, but it was hard enough to hurt and to act as a reminder for him to not be a shithead. It was harder to drink with him and pretend stuff was okay when he was being a shithead. "Not," Ky reminded him, "your business who I fuck. All y0u need to know is that it isn't you."