Ruaan folded his arms and tilted his head.
He was genuinely trying to remember as he blinked repeatedly. He really didn't remember much about his ex since he didn't care much about them.
"About nine," he said. "I don't know, not sure."
Oren looked at him.
"Were you a playboy?" Oren asked. The question came out flat and factual as Oren raised his brow like he was right.
Ruaan gasped and covered his face with both hands and then pulled them away. "What? No!" He rolled his eyes. "Maybe a little."
The expression that crossed Oren's face lasted approximately one second before his professional composure reassembled itself.
'Cute,' he had thought for a second before diverting his gaze to the corridor ahead.
"I don't know which one specifically," Oren said. "But Harolin seemed to recognise him."
The smile dropped off Ruaan's face immediately, like a switch. It was like he knew who it was. Oren didn't need to say more.
"Dominic," he said. Under his breath, almost to himself.
