That look made Darius flinch instinctively. He'd never been struck by Chris but some things were worse and more humiliating. He was about to open his mouth, but for once John proved useful. As the man rambled on about cheap women, he looked aside losing interest in the conversation. He glanced at Chris to make sure the man wasn't sizing him up and cleared his throat. "Why don't we.. make plans for the evening? Perhaps something that requires less breaking and entering?"