Andvari laughed so hard the entire bed shook. Eduard pinched his leg in retaliation.
“Not that I’m saying you’re stuck up, Eduard. But… you know, you’re… used to a certain… lifestyle.”
“I can’t breathe,” Andvari said.
Sawyer poked Andvari in the side. “You aren’t helping.”
It didn’t help. The vampire kept cackling.
Eduard felt a smile trying to slip through, but he tried to fight it back. No need feeding Andvari’s ridiculousness. But he’d never actually heard the vampire laugh like he was, so it lightened his mood, even if the laughter was at Eduard’s expense. It broke some of the heavy tension in the room, though, and Eduard gave Sawyer’s ankle another gentle squeeze.
“I don’t get what’s so funny,” Henry said. “Someone explain.”
He adjusted the straw from Sawyer’s cup and took a long drink of the soda.
“Griffins are considered royalty,” Draco grumbled into Henry’s neck before stealing the straw from Henry’s mouth and taking a drink of his own.
“So basically, Eduard is going to have to fancy us up and teach us better manners?” Henry asked.
“Fancy you up a bit, yes,” Eduard conceded. “But nothing else will change.”
“So, what you’re saying is, we’re going to have a Pretty Woman moment?” Sawyer looked over at Henry who nodded in complete understanding. Eduard, on the other hand, was clueless.
“A what?” Eduard asked.
“You know, where you take me to some fancy store and parade me around in a bunch of fancy clothes until I go from street walker to gorgeous creature ready to rub shoulders with the rich and famous,” Sawyer explained.
“Basically, the plot of half the rom coms my sisters made me watch,” Henry added.
Which set Andvari off again.
“I’ll make a call to my personal shopper. Yes, we’ll need to make a stop to properly outfit ourselves, but it will be on the way.”
Sawyer made another of his faces. “You have a personal shopper?”
Eduard groaned.
It was going to be a really long day.