Poison slid off his jacket and the shoulder holster that had been hidden underneath. He hung both up on the back of the door. "If you try to kill me you better get me on the first shot," he said idly now that he'd disarmed himself. He thought about the kissing question.

"You can. I'll let you know if it stops being fine."

It seemed ridiculously intimate, and Poison wasn't sure how much of that he wanted. Something deep in him might.