Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
Trevor rolled his eyes and waved off Gretchen's threat before turning back to his drink. He knew her too well to be worried about that. And his hand got plenty of use anyway. "You know you're not a slag," he said to Verity, taking a drink and going down the path he really didn't want to. "Why even ask that?"