Grinning, Reynaud replied, “A bad pun, but true.” He realized he was enjoying talking with Burke. The man, the human, was entertaining without overdoing it. Reynaud had discovered it was something that rarely happened, when he was willing to hold a conversation with one or another of them in a club. There’s always the underlying question about whether I’ll go home with them if they can keep my interest, so they try too hard. He knew he was being cynical, which didn’t mean it wasn’t the truth, in his opinion.
“Now you’re being the quiet one,” Burke said.
“Because with you I don’t feel the need to chatter nonstop.”
“All right. That works, as long as I’m not boring you.”
“Not at all.” Reynaud rested one arm on the balcony railing. “Tell me, what do you do for entertainment, other than han
