Page 311 of End Game

Dex stares back.

Micah looks down at the island because he's absolutely trying not to laugh.

Ronan finally says, “Sexual access is not distributed according to equitable holiday gifting.”

Dex points at Ronan. “See? This. This is exactly the kind of bullshit I am talking about.”

“It is not bullshit.”

“I am the only unfucked member of your personal adventuring party.”

I lose it.

Completely.

I bend over the counter laughing.

Ronan ignores me. “You have been fucked extensively.”

“Not by you.”

“An important clarification.”

Micah's shoulders shake.

Dex looks at him. “You're supposed to be my primary.”

“I am.”

“Then advocate for me.”

Micah lifts his coffee. “I think you’re doing great.”

“Traitor.”

Ronan picks up the kettle again.

For one second, I think that's it.

Just comedy.

Then Ronan speaks again. “Dex.”

Something in his voice changes.

Not exactly Dom voice or Dungeon Master voice.

But it’s still serious.

Dex catches it and his expression shifts.

Ronan sets the kettle down a second time. “You are not being excluded.”

Dex opens his mouth.

Ronan keeps going. “I am attracted to you.”

Well, the kitchen is suddenly less funny.