“You two getting along. Stop it.” “I’m sorry.” Valen holds up his hand and clears his throat. “You want us to go back to finding each other mildly annoying?” “I was going to say immensely annoying, but I fear my feelings weren’t reciprocated.” Dane sighs in disappointment. “Fuck you,” Valen tosses out casually. “Mmm. I’d love to, but I’m actually spoken for.” Dane gestures to me. “She’s my mate,” he whispers like this is breaking news. They begin laughing again.
