Dean raised his glass to that. "Eva, my dear, I will bring you back whatever it is you want from Egypt, except cursed artifacts, that's never fun." Too much drama, too many problems. Who ever thought cursing things like that was a good idea? Certainly it worked to keep people from grave robbing, but eventually it all got messier and messier.

"Oh come now, nothing of interest in the rumor mill as of late?" What a bore. Dean's connections to the gossip well were strenuous at best; listening to a debutante go on about something, in his attempts to flirt and toe the line. Sometimes it was a wealthy socialite he knew he had a chance with. When he wasn't in the mood for such trivial pursuits, that was when he turned his eyes toward a gent, but they were often so hard to get a read on.

"We should spike the lemonade, then it'll get interesting." Never mind that this was a charity event; it could use a little energy.