Choking out a laugh, I reached over and poked him back.

"I'm fuckin' flattered, you think you've dreamed me up or whatever," I said with a smirk, even though I'd pretty much thought the same thing for the first few months of being in Darrow.

Looking down at his knee, at the way he'd been favoring it and the slightly puffy look it had, I asked, "You need some ice for that?"