"I bet you were hot before too. I'd always think so, anyway." Minjun lifted his shoulders a bit, not too concerned about that. He had vague memories of Gyungho looking differently and, yeah. The draw had still been there. And now that same softness was still in his eyes too, belying the sharpness of his features. "I've been told I'm wild. All my accountant friends are scared of me."

He didn't really have accountant friends. Perhaps for obvious reasons. "But don't tell me you don't get hit on a lot. That old guy with the silk suit, he wanted to take you home giftwrapped tonight."