"This is what's passing for postage stateside?" Ethan held up the offending sheet of Forever stamps, ranting about the onion paper thinness, the self-adhesion, and other so-called improvements.
Frankly, he'd thought the same— Wait a tick.
Ethan stopped short. "What? Have I grown horns?"
Rupert narrowed his eyes. "You're trying to seduce me."
"Is it working?"
"You don't give fuck-all about stamps," he hissed.
"True. But is it working?"
"You wouldn't know the truth is it bit you on the arse."
"Still haven't answered my question." Ethan smirked, taunting him further.
Pulse hammering, Rupert pinned him to the wall. "Yes."