“’Kay.”
“At least that I know of.”
My right eyebrow shot up in curiosity. “And what exactly does that mean?”
“Just that if anyone did create drama, it’d come as a complete fuckin’ shock to me.” He laughed. When I didn’t respond, he prompted me, “Next question?”
“Drugs? Alcohol? Any addictions?” I asked.
“No. The occasional beer. And only medication as prescribed.”
I nodded.
“Wait, does Tylenol count? Ibuprofen?”
“Are you being serious?”
“No, I’m being sarcastic.”
I gave a small chuckle and pressed on. “Any weird fetishes?”
“A few. But I don’t think that’s dinner conversation,” he said with a wink. “Maybe we can discuss those later after you decide if you want to stay for more than a drink.”