Arion bent and pressed a soft kiss near Dean's temple again, which was deeply manipulative and, annoyingly, still effective.
Dean scowled harder because his body had once again failed to support the correct emotional response.
"Now," Arion asked shamelessly, "would you give me my part?"
Dean stared at him in disbelief.
"The fact that you can say that," he said flatly, "while looming over me like a beautifully dressed extortionist is exactly why I don't trust you."
Arion's mouth curved. "You already agreed."
"I agreed under intellectual duress."
"You agreed."
Dean narrowed his eyes. "You're insufferable."
"Yes."
The worst thing was that he said it without smugness, which somehow made it worse. Just calm, shameless certainty, like he had already accepted that he was impossible and saw no reason to apologize for it.
