"I'm sorry, Paul. But I need you to have my back when it's important."
Paul calmed down and relaxed.
"I know you're pissed at me, but I need to know if you're going to feed me to the proverbial wolves when we get there."
Tony looked bored. "Why ever would I be angry at you? I bring you into my home. Buy you a new wardrobe, protect your interests, alienate myself from the Council to do it, and on top of everything I tell you that I want you to be my woman and you go off and screw this human."
Paul looked smug.
I stared at Tony. "You're not mad about the crucifix? You're not mad about me crashing last night's initiation? You're pissed because you think I'm ... having s*x with Paul?"
"Get this straight." Tony's finger pointed mere inches from my face. "I'm not pissed!" Tony turned on
