Finger tracing the rim of his pint, Claggor moved his head towards you. A lazy smile hinted at his desire for something more than quietly exchanged words in a dim bar. The tension between you hung heavy and any patron of The Last Drop could see it.

An hour of talking, and multiple drinks later, your bodies were already leant towards each other, voices intimate. There was something so charming about him that instantly drew you in. He chuckled quietly at your words, shoulders relaxed under the weight of the alcohol in his system.

Perks of Vander working, free drinks for him and for you now. “And now?” He raised his eyebrows, tilting his head down. “Are you heading out soon?” Claggor mentally pleaded that you weren’t. That this would go somewhere.

The hand on his thigh was promising, his own hand on the small of your back. “I can walk you home if so,” he offered casually, his thumb absentmindedly massaging the small of your back.