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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 52 из 272I rarely get in trouble with silence.
Magnus smiled. "I've made you uncomfortable. I am sorry, but I'd never have forgiven myself if I hadn't asked. It's been a long time since I was with anyone who wasn't straight human. Let me buy you both drinks, to make up for my rudeness."
I shook my head. "Menus would be fine. We haven't eaten yet."
"The meals will be on the house."
"No," I said.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't particularly like you, and I don't take favors from people I don't like."
He sat back in his chair, a strange, almost startled expression on his face. "You are direct."
"You have no idea," Larry said.
I resisted the urge to kick Larry under the table and said, "Can we have some menus?"
He raised a hand and called, "Two menus, Dorrie."
Dorrie brought them over. "I'm part owner of this place, not your waitress, Magnus. Hurry it up."
"Don't forget that appointment I've got tonight, Dorrie." His voice was mild. She wasn't fooled.
"You aren't leaving me alone with these people. I will not. ." She glanced at us. "I don't approve of lovers' night. You know that."
"I'll take care of everybody before I leave. You won't have to sully your morals."
She glared at all of us in turn. "You're leaving with them?"
"No," he said.
She turned on her heel and stalked back to the bar. The men who weren't paired off watched her swaying back, carefully, not staring until she couldn't see them.
"Your sister doesn't approve of abusing glamor?" I asked.
"Dorrie doesn't approve of a lot of things."
"She has morals."
"Implying I don't," he said.
I shrugged. "You said it, not me."
"She always this judgmental?" he asked Larry.
Larry nodded. "Usually."
"Let's just order our food," I said.
Larry smiled, but he looked down at the menu.
It was a laminated piece of paper printed on both sides. I ordered a cheeseburger, well done, house fries, and a large Coke. I hadn't had caffeine in several hours; I was running low.
Larry was frowning at the menu. "I don't think I could eat a hamburger right now."
"They've got salads," I said.
Magnus laid his fingertips against the back of Larry's hand. "Something swims up behind your eyes. Something. . awful just behind your eyes."
Larry stared at him. "I don't know what you mean."
I grabbed Magnus's wrist and pulled him away from Larry.
Magnus smiled. "I've made you uncomfortable. I am sorry, but I'd never have forgiven myself if I hadn't asked. It's been a long time since I was with anyone who wasn't straight human. Let me buy you both drinks, to make up for my rudeness."
I shook my head. "Menus would be fine. We haven't eaten yet."
"The meals will be on the house."
"No," I said.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't particularly like you, and I don't take favors from people I don't like."
He sat back in his chair, a strange, almost startled expression on his face. "You are direct."
"You have no idea," Larry said.
I resisted the urge to kick Larry under the table and said, "Can we have some menus?"
He raised a hand and called, "Two menus, Dorrie."
Dorrie brought them over. "I'm part owner of this place, not your waitress, Magnus. Hurry it up."
"Don't forget that appointment I've got tonight, Dorrie." His voice was mild. She wasn't fooled.
"You aren't leaving me alone with these people. I will not. ." She glanced at us. "I don't approve of lovers' night. You know that."
"I'll take care of everybody before I leave. You won't have to sully your morals."
She glared at all of us in turn. "You're leaving with them?"
"No," he said.
She turned on her heel and stalked back to the bar. The men who weren't paired off watched her swaying back, carefully, not staring until she couldn't see them.
"Your sister doesn't approve of abusing glamor?" I asked.
"Dorrie doesn't approve of a lot of things."
"She has morals."
"Implying I don't," he said.
I shrugged. "You said it, not me."
"She always this judgmental?" he asked Larry.
Larry nodded. "Usually."
"Let's just order our food," I said.
Larry smiled, but he looked down at the menu.
It was a laminated piece of paper printed on both sides. I ordered a cheeseburger, well done, house fries, and a large Coke. I hadn't had caffeine in several hours; I was running low.
Larry was frowning at the menu. "I don't think I could eat a hamburger right now."
"They've got salads," I said.
Magnus laid his fingertips against the back of Larry's hand. "Something swims up behind your eyes. Something. . awful just behind your eyes."
Larry stared at him. "I don't know what you mean."
I grabbed Magnus's wrist and pulled him away from Larry.