“You look nice,” Ellis said, eyeing what was left of Bryn’s costume.
Bryn made a derisive sound. “Sure I do.”
“Well, the brace is a little awkward.”
“What, you think it doesn’t go with the doublet?”
“Not so much, no.” Ellis smiled. “Let’s get you to a pharmacy and home, yeah?”
“I suppose there’s no telling you to go away?”
Ellis paused, hands clasped in front of his groin and stance suspiciously military. “You can, sure.”
“Would you listen?”
“Maybe eventually.”
“What are you, a sucker for assholes?”
Ellis made a face. “That’s like…The imagery there is just—”
“You know what I mean,” Bryn said, exasperated.
Ellis sighed. “No. At least, I don’t think so.”
“Then what? Tell me you don’t do this with everybody you blow.”
Ellis appeared wounded. “I would do this for anyone I blew, sure, because I’d care about them.”
The man made Bryn’s head hurt. “I’m a douche. Trust me. Trust Lucian Gray, okay?”