[A retort that comes barely on the heels of Alec’s statement, as if to say the very idea is novel.]
Alec Brennan, right? I already know your name, and I’m sure there’s a file in public records with your face plastered on it.
[A grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, but Rufus turns to move towards the bar with an unhurried step. A hand comes up in a dismissive manner, gesturing to the other behind him.]
Right now it’s just a matter of good manners. You want something to drink?
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[A retort that comes barely on the heels of Alec’s statement, as if to say the very idea is novel.]
Alec Brennan, right? I already know your name, and I’m sure there’s a file in public records with your face plastered on it.
[A grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, but Rufus turns to move towards the bar with an unhurried step. A hand comes up in a dismissive manner, gesturing to the other behind him.]
Right now it’s just a matter of good manners. You want something to drink?