Brant frowned. “You like it, but it’s disgusting?”
I shrugged. “Similar to how I like you, but you can be disgusting.”
That got a laugh out of the stoic Captain Clay.
Brant smirked. “How do you know I can be disgusting? We haven’t known each other that long.”
I raised a brow. Holding up a hand, I started ticking things off. I raised one finger, “You’re male.” I raised a second finger. “You’re a warrior.” I raised a third finger. “You’re male.”
“You said I’m male twice,” Brant said, his voice smug.
“That’s because you’re the size of two men,” I said.
“Fine, I’ll give you that one,” he grumbled. “Now that we’ve established you like me, how about you come with me so you can learn more about me?” He rested his hand on the table and leaned in closer, so close I could feel his breath on m
