“You want me to put you to sleep?” I ask. “Don’t make it sound like I’m a dog you’re offing,” he grumbles. I give him a shrug while trying not to grin. “Want me to off you or no?” He gets a strange look on his face that makes me hesitate. “I was clearly joking,” I say. “I don’t know what you rich people do for sport,” Alex says with a look of amusement.
