"The only perk I can claim is the truck and that has nothing to do with the job, so... yeah, not a whole lotta perks."
And yet, here he was, flipping burgers to pay for his otherwise non-lucrative profession as an underworld bounty hunter. It was something he should have found degrading and meaningless... and yet he sort of enjoyed his night job. Go figure.
Caleb glanced toward the kitchen to make sure his burgers were underway. "Yeah, I heard about the neutral zone thing from Jeremy, the Lehigh Valley pack leader. Weres and vamps living harmoniously in one city. Together. I wouldn't have thought it could happen if I weren't seeing it myself."
Caleb caught Royce's pause and glanced up, curious. He had long since determined that the wolf, nice enough as he was, wasn't really privy to any information that he didn't already know. But the catch in his voice might lead to... ah, no, not exactly. Not anything useful for his needs, but there was information, and if that blush were anything to go by...
He couldn't hold back the quirked lips. "Heh, I see. Well, I suppose I can't blame you. Delightful as I'm sure your sibling is, I would completely understand if her zany antics led toward seeking... more pleasant company..." Man, when was the last time I had me one of those, he thought wistfully, just a little envious. With a life that pretty much consisted of hunting and being on the road toward a hunt, there was generally little opportunity to even start up a chat with a fellow, let alone develop any sort of on-going thing.
"Number 4 and number 23, order up!" came the call from the kitchen, and Caleb spun around, shook open a bag, and dropped both burgers inside. He turned and offered the bag to Royce. "Well, good luck with... you know, everything. Your sister included. And thanks for, you know, not chewing my head off. Literally."