I raised my hand, cutting him off. “Shush it. Cayman, is he in trouble?” Cayman grinned. “I think the better question is—when is he not in trouble?” Narrowing my eyes, I had to admit that was a good point. “Okay. Is he in more trouble than he normally is?” “Ah...” His gaze shifted toward Roth, and then his grin spread into a devilish smile. He was thoroughly enjoying himself.
