Anders watched her go. He arched an eyebrow on her return, the other joining it when she explained. "Sounds good. Kinda like Max's booze-filled trifle," he added, grinning at the memory. Before his expression clouded over once more. Fuck.
He shook his head and tried to focus on what Lacey was saying. "Supermodels and sporty chicks are always hot." He helped himself to a spoonful of dessert as a wry grin touched his lips. "See, I'm going to be predictable and just go with porn stars."