Marlon almost choked on his food the moment Lucian asked that question. He coughed so hard his face flushed, and Lucian, looking alarmed, hurriedly passed him a glass of water. Marlon snatched it, gulping until his throat finally stopped burning. When he set the glass down, he glared at Lucian, who was watching him with barely concealed amusement.
"What does it matter to you whether I like powerful men or not?" Marlon asked, his voice still a little rough.
Lucian leaned forward, lips curving in a slow grin. "Of course it matters. If that's true, then I fit right into your category of who you'd want as a lover."
