Devin sank down into the tub, sipping his beer with eyes closed. He shouldn't have gotten upset. Warren hadn't pulled away.

But he'd expected him to. He might not have a problem with the things he'd done, but he knew what society in general thought. Of course, he thought they were all hypocrites. It wasn't the world's oldest profession for nothing, but. He shrugged, tried to shake it off.

Being a four on a scale to ten of disturbing wasn't so bad, he supposed. But it was worse than a one, and that it made the scale at all made him uneasy for some of the other things.