Anthony chuckles, his gaze sliding over the crowd of grinding bodies. Years ago, he learned to dance properly, of course, but he had never enjoyed the forced intimacy of it. And he certainly doesn't have an interest in joining the pulsing wildness they call 'dancing' here in Darrow. Anthony has no intention of joining in.

But Gabriel looks like he won't be taking no for an answer--at least not immediately.

Anthony lifts a brow. "There isn't enough alcohol in the entire world."