Stas gave Emilie a long, hard look. He wasn't stupid; she was in the mood to wound someone tonight. He could either play into it or walk away, but he couldn't play against it. He was going to end up torn to shreds either way.

"It is hard all the time, Miss Devlin," he replied lidding his eyes just heavily enough to suggest pent up lust. And didn't he have pent up lust? By the barrel at this point. "My relationship with Miss Garcia is for laughs," he lied forcefully hoping she didn't notice. "I have sought my satisfaction elsewhere, but there is only so much one can do to relieve that kind of tension."