Angelina & Cade
Cade exhaled through his nose, not unlike a bull might as he faced down a matador. "I don't gawk. I observe, I examine, and I stare, but I do not gawk like some slack-jawed idiot." His tone brooked no argument, his jaw as set and immobile as a mountain. "And pardon me if I trust my own eyes over those of someone who's been drinking."
He listened to her explain the reason behind her interest in where he lived with a stifled impatience. "Are you always this talkative or is it the alcohol?" he asked finally when she'd finished. "And I don't have company. Ever. But if you must know, I'm in Gwenydd."