Ah. Blackmail. Well, Don Juan certainly knew how to choose women. But given how this interaction had gone so far, and what he knew of his brother, Oz rather suspected Don Juan hadn't chosen her at all. She seemed cool, mercenary; he was hapless. She'd probably picked him out as a suitable target and he'd followed along like a puppy, right up until the moment she'd flipped the switch and let him know he was trapped. (At which point he ought to have told someone, Oz thought — whether that someone should be him or not was debatable. This was a problem that might have been better handled by their parents... but certainly Don Juan wouldn't have been able to handle it himself. He was a fool.)

"How decorous." He gave her a cool look, taking the measure of her. A beat passed. "You may write me at my home address."

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