"Okay, fine," Dante said, making an over-the-top show of assuming a straight face while his hand slid up over Lachlan's head and onto the cat's back. "Before I came here, you were a choir boy," he said, "Who never thought about anybody naked in his life, couldn't even dream a joke that woulda made a priest blush, and definitely never jerked off. 'Cause that makes the angels cry."

He tilted his head at Anders. "Better?"