He hadn't been in a terribly good mood for the past few days for obvious reasons. Losing a little less than half of your blood did that to a man, he supposed. It wasn't so much the fact that he'd fought with Amery (they always fought, and he'd always had a horrible temper) but that he'd fought with him in a public place. It had been stupid, really, and he knew that -- the fact that Mackenzie was the one who had found them was even worse. His chest was still reasonably sore and he was going to have to explain to Ophelia eventually about why they fought, right?

That meant he had to figure out the reason - just another pain in his ass. He frowned to himself and stepped out of the bathroom in a pair of slacks and little else. His shirt was still hanging up in the closet because he hadn't wanted it to crease while he was in the shower.

Grayson was determined to completely ignore the fact that today marked the not-so-pleasant one-year anniversary of their ... Not!Wedding. Yep, there was no way that he was going to bring it up. He'd just have to cleverly distract Ophelia so that she didn't bring it up either.

"Have you spoken to your sister lately? It would get a bit creepy, I'm sure, if I owled her myself to ask." Which didn't mean that he wouldn't do it - just that he wouldn't tell anyone.