Ford wrinkled his nose. "Oh, give me some credit," he said, faux-offended, as though he would never have considered it when really the only thing that had prevented him was that Macnair had never suggested it. During his relationship with Macnair Ford had been eager enough and naive enough that he would have done pretty much anything in exchange for an affectionate smile and some romantic turns of phrase. He wasn't really so much better these days, but he and Tycho had never been members of the same club, so. (They had slept together in the woods at the edge of Padmore Park once, which in hindsight had been monumentally reckless, but which Ford still remembered with a stir of fondness. There had been snow on the ground — an added layer of stupidity, because if anyone had found them there would have been no reasonable excuse for being even partially undressed).

"Never have I ever..." He moved his fingers on the edge of his glass, making it twist back and forth slightly as he considered what to say next. "...used any illegal spells?" This seemed like something that Cash conceivably might have done, but also not a cheap shot that Ford already knew about — and something that could, possibly, have an interesting story attached to it. (This was a hard game to play with Cash, of all people; Ford knew he had a lot of stories that were not well-suited to being shared over drinks).

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