That was the most Chris thing he had heard him say, and the smirk was on his lips before he could stop himself.

“Vicious, but doable.”

He leaned back in his seat and crossed his ankle at the knee.

“You would have to sign a fair amount of paperwork. My secretary swears by icing her wrists at night. But you and I-” no, only Darius, “-are destined for easier lives than her daily life.”

Fuck Zechariah’s daily life. If he could milk this guy as much as he hoped, the only ice he was touching was ice cream from then on.