Eryx looked down at his open buttons, then grinned. "That's the point. Why hide perfection?"
Theo gagged. "God, you sound like a walking Instagram caption."
Rhydric threw another dart, bullseye again and finally turned slightly toward them, voice low and dry. "Both of you talk too much."
Eryx grinned wider. "Aww, Daddy storm speaks now?"
Theo snorted his drink out through his nose. "Daddy storm...Bro, don't ever say that again."
Ian coughed, trying not to laugh. "He's gonna kill you for that."
But Rhydric didn't move. Just stared Eryx down, expression blank, eyes like sharpened winter.
Eryx raised his hands in surrender, chuckling, forging nervousness. "Okay, okay, no need to look like you're planning my funeral. Damn."
Theo, of course, couldn't resist. "If he ever kills you, can I have your leather jacket? It's probably cursed but looks expensive."
Eryx rolled his eyes. "You're all just jealous because I'm the only one getting laid."
