Blackmail Bachata

Jean side-eyed the direction he'd imagine Cici to be in, near the pastry bar, as he stuttered for whatever plan she intended. But whatever idea she had, she wasn't yanking his leash to inform him all of a sudden.

He hesitated for a good long moment, looking distractedly around the room for an answer.

I read about it in a book, Jean drifted back into the conversation, stalling. It needs an ingrediant that I need help getting? he tried, scratching the back of his head worriedly, Like an herb, I think...uh, its in the book in my quarters - the name of it, he managed to lie, looking back at Kieran shyly. Was that what Cici wanted? He swallowed thinking about what he wanted for an instant.