"Soon. I like this as soon. Something about you, heathenistic and wicked? I like that idea," he admitted. Tuck realized he wasn't even hiding things anymore. He was being himself, not ashamed to be flirting with a stranger. A male stranger at that. "You know, I bet they have good dance clubs in New York," he added, enjoying himself fully.

"No. No one was hurt. Only my pride was ruined."