The way that Dragan spoke to him made him want to wrap his hands around his neck. It also made him want to teach him a lesson. He was probably use to everyone kissing his ass and worshipping the ground that he walked on. “Context clues, led me to my assumption. “And I’m not sure why you assume the whiskey in my glass is shit. It’s Blue Label, for your information.”
He hated that this brat made he want to go tit for tat with him. He was never the bickering type. He told people to fuck off and went about his day. But the mix breed had a hold on him that want to strangle him and kiss him all at once. “Contrary to popular belief, my kind isn’t all that friendly unless they are trained to be. And I’ve never been one to be trained to do anything that I don’t want to do. So, keep your scratches. I prefer belly rubs anyway.” He smirked, Feng a bit playful.
Dragan had a mouth on him and he hated to admit it but he liked it. “Aht aht. I never said you’d buy it. I only said you’d get it for me. Now, who’s got memory loss?” He accepted the drink and took a sip, letting the bitter liquid coat his tongue. “It’s not one or the other, Dragan. You’re every bit of both. Plus, I don’t think think you need me to tell you that you’re hot. You know it.” He hadn’t expected the younger man to invite him to his place but who was he to turn down anyone that looked like Dragan did? He may be a dick but he wasn’t dumb.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you think I’m hot.” He lifted the glass to his lips, eyes locked on the heir. He finished the drink and set the glass back onto the napkin. “I’m not looking to end my night here. I’ll admit, you make me want to push you off of that bar stool but I’d rather look at your ass than put you on it.”
“ah yes, well sorry for insulting your seventy-two thousand won whiskey, if you want to keep drinking that we can put the imported shit I was going to give you back on the shelf.” there was a glint to his mismatched eyes, head tossing back to knock alabaster strands from his face. “you gotta work on your detective skills then mr. oh, can’t imagine why you would think I was anywhere near judgemental. come on i’m a mixed-breed, who am i to judge?” he teased, knowing well it was going to get a rise out of him, it was a specialty of his, usually garnered by gauging the competition but it was a different sense of pleasure seeing the way rage and attraction fizzled over his face.
the white dragon let the sweating glass marry his lips, the bitterness of the bourbon a welcomed burn across his reptilian tongue, tingling as it swirled in the confines of his esophagus, though it was met with a gentle chuckle, “hm well excuse me for thinking your were my friendly neighborhood stray wandering around the city,” he paused for a moment, “hmph, belly rubs. noted.”
his joke forced him to snort into his glass, having to suck the spillage up into his mouth before it dripped down his lips and over his chin. he reached for the onyx napkin, blotting it over his face and mouth, “more like, maybe i happened to miss your wording, i’m not an old man like you, what’re you like forty or something?” he teased in response. “you can just say i’m hot you know, no need to add an insult to it to seem all huffed and full chested, you don’t even sound convincing.”
his glass emptied into his mouth, settling down on the marble top of the bar with a slight tink. with the napkin he held, he rid his palms of the condensation, letting the pause between them become fully pregnant. “Intriguing? maybe, but hot? sounds like you’re just trying to blow your own head up.” the smile was smug eyes casting onto the bar with a slight twink of bashfulness. “oh?” dragan’s white brow raised in tandem, “well then, follow me out.”
