“What?” Still pacing, he casually waved a hand. “Speak.” “Number one,” I said furiously, my body still held to the table. “You are the world’s biggest basshole. I. Am. Ticklish.” He lifted a hand again like he was going to do the Silence Thing, so I rushed to get the rest of it out. “I would have just told you my name, if you’d bothered to ask.”
