Draegan's remark, along with the glint in his eyes, made him drink down a long gulp of the vodka as he tried to digest that idea a little better. Hissing out a breath as the alcohol burned his throat, he dropped down onto his chair, scrubbing a hand over his face.
"So, what? You keep talking about all this shit, but you never really say what I'm getting out of this. Assume for a second I have no idea what you're going to do." Which, to be fair, he didn't, really. "Give me the sales pitch."