“Grayson Frost and ‘common?’ Surely not” he offers lightly as Chris falls into step beside him, a small smile forming for the tap of the cane.

He buries his hands in his jacket pockets. “So we can lie and dance about each other like proper gentlemen? Yes, I’m inclined to agree. Besides, I’ve had a whole long rest and new memories since then, to me it’s been longer still. Anything on your mind or did I have the fortune of you being in the neighborhood?”

Which he would not be inclined to believe anyway when he was fairly sure Grayson didn’t even live in the Up.