Sebastian took the glass gratefully, sipping at it and watching Lord Hurst carefully, trying to work out what he was about. True, Sergius had spoken to both of them at length about their host but Sebastian had assumed Beth would keep the man’s attention for most of the evening. He didn’t like to think she’d failed or that Lord Hurst was some how immune to her charms. He snorted and shook his head. “Are you really giving your guests brandy that’s older than twenty-two years? You’re spoiling them.”
“What interests me? Fine liquor,” he said, holding his glass up as if to toast to the man. “Good company and conversation, a fine cigar after dinner and the pleasures of the flesh. What every other young man likes, no?”