"Dragon slayer," Coop repeats, arching a skeptical brow. "Must have missed that part of fairytale world because I definitely don't remember any dragons that needed slayage." After he'd gotten his ass kicked by Joel, he'd slipped away from the ball to go find someone willing to share his bed with him for the night. It'd been halfway through fucking her that the spell had been lifted and normally, that might not actually ruin the mood but knowing what he'd done and how he'd acted had kind of made him lose his enthusiasm.

His expression softens then, becomes a little more contrite, and he nods his agreement. "I do owe you an apology. I'm sorry, man, I was a complete tool and hell, I owe you way more than a fruit basket. You and Joel and Spencer, all of you, three of the people I like the most in this town and you're the ones who had to deal with me at my most dickish."

Funny how it'd worked out like that, except for how it's actually not humorous at fucking all, and Coop runs a hand through his hair with a heavy sigh before batting Davin's hand away from his face with an attempt at a playful roll of his eyes. "I didn't want to heal it. I was serious when I told you I deserved it."