"Oh this is ridiculous, Calendius. You're drunk enough to order that alligator drink without a hint of irony," Leo smugly reminded the escort, "And you're the one who owes me a drink if we're being honest. So go meet Sergius, drink water and hope for the sweet release of death tomorrow."

He knew he was goading Cal but he wasn't the goddamn king of this club or anywhere for that matter.