Chapter 77
"What kind of taste does he have?"
Grayson asked, still smirking despite the irritation evident in his narrowed eyes. Perhaps due to the alcohol, Ezra didn't notice.
"Well, at least ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) not someone as huge as you... Dein's pretty big himself, so I've never seen anyone bigger than him. So, there hasn't been anyone who isn't Dein's type, so to speak. But you, you're just, well, enormous."
Ezra scanned Grayson meaningfully and added with a bitter smile,
"From what I know of Dein's preferences, you'd probably have a tough time."
Grayson silently downed his ineffective beer. He felt inexplicably annoyed. Dein had made similar remarks before. It wasn't pleasant then, but now it was downright infuriating. Grayson inadvertently blurted out his true feelings.
"As if you know anything about Dein..."
"What? What did you say?"
Ezra blinked, confused, but fortunately, the noise of the bar swallowed Grayson's words. Seizing the chance, Grayson quickly switched topics with a grin.
"How did he end up taking care of that cat? I can't imagine Dein looking after anyone."
"Well, that's true. He doesn't look after people,"
Ezra agreed readily, then added,