"Is that so," Alpha said, a hint of a growl in his voice. "Would you like to borrow my chair? I was planning on letting you have a nice, close look at it anyway." Not that he has a chair built, but Topher doesn't need to know that just yet.

He looked at the table once more, torn between the tempting target of Topher and the enticing spread, and decided this needed to be cut short soon, if he wasn't going to kill him just yet. But Topher is his only connection to Echo, right now, and he can't resist asking. "How is my lovely girl, before we part ways? Not taking the loss of her boytoy too hard, is she?"