“It’s not like a title makes you better than me. You’re still a bloody unreliable twisty liar.” “A dab hand with a cocktail shaker, though,” Kim countered. “A ruthless son of a bitch.” “It takes one to know one.” Will stepped forward, bringing them close, watching Kim’s face. “And you’d still suck me off the minute I asked you to.” “Why would you have to ask?” Kim said, and dropped to his knees.
