The air between them had shifted slightly. Just enough that the hair on the back of his neck stood. Not once had he ever felt like prey around Jin-a, even when there was blood—his own specifically—involved. This felt altogether different.

His ears felt hot from the once over Gilbert had given him. The wrong sort indeed. Tread lightly. So obviously, Ahn-Bo cracked a joke. "Seems I'm a natural." And then: "What brings you here this evening? Business or pleasure?"