The group laughed amongst themselves as the conversation drifted toward Anthony's supposed inexperience. Their laughter was not malicious but rather the kind that friends shared when teasing one another, a comfortable rhythm of camaraderie that only deepened the bonds between them.
Then, as though seizing the perfect opportunity to stir mischief, Dale leaned forward. His chair creaked softly as he moved closer to Anthony's ear, and with that familiar, devilish glint in his eyes, he spoke, his voice deliberately low and laced with a sly amusement.
