“ Fine, I really hope I won’t need to stay drunk to keep myself in your good favours. “
Okay maybe he’s not good with holding back… that’s usually one of his issues… if Layne likes him drunk… well… His hand picks up the whiskey bottle to refill his glass and top up Layne’s.
“ Oh no, I won’t use any, crappy or not, see, I can tell you, with women, they definitely like it if you appear genuine, if you pay attention to what they’re saying, to have a good conversation with them before you ask them if they want to get out of there. With men… sure, some enjoy the chase, the idea that you’re paddling for them, but with some, you can see the impatience. With them, you just have to lean in a bit closer and whisper, ‘Do you wanna get out of here? ‘ and you already got them. “
“ You’re doing well so far, so I don’t think you need to have any more. ”
The bottle was snatched from Lambert’s hand and set aside, only drinking some of the whiskey that was poured in his glass before leaving it alone. He’d rather be sober to enjoy this. Listening, he raised a brow and moved a bit closer to Lambert.
“ And what kind of man do you see me as? You think I want you to chase me? Or that I’ll toss everything away for one little whisper?”
