While Uriel might have eavesdropped as a child, for some reason Zechariah had figured him grown out of it. Even though Zechariah still occasionally did the same.

With an exasperated arch of the brows, he took another sip of his drink.

“Ah, you know so much about me,” he dryly countered. “You have me at a disadvantage here. Tell me about these other ‘high class’ men you are … acquainted, with.”