No one affected him quite as much as Marietta. She was under his skin and in his blood in all the good and all the bad ways one could possibly think up.
"I danced with Mel Bobbin," he said, stifling a yawn as he pulled her a little closer, his face burying itself in her hair as his other arm stole around her.
"She was there with Cho and they were being chatted up by ugly old bastards. Believe me, if I'd wanted to hurt you, there were probably better ways."