He released a low laugh. “Maybe I’m hungry.” “Well maybe you should have brought a snack.” “Maybe I did.” He gnashed his teeth at me, and I snorted. “I’d cook your ass if you tried it.” “Hmm, that’s a point. How will I fry you up if you don’t burn?” he mused, and I laughed. “Sucks to suck, Darius,” I said lightly. “I’m un-cookable.”
