As he asked the question, even Gregory Grant looked over: "Did you just say something?"
"You care about that?" Sean Wallace sounded surprised too, but then realization dawned on him.
"Why can't men care about their looks? I support Young Master Shaw!"
"Adrian and Jasper are the classic kings who never meet—everyone knows they're arch-rivals. Comparing looks? That's nothing out of the ordinary."
...
The group all talked at once, some shouting, "Of course Mr. Shaw is the most handsome," others murmuring, "Different styles, each has their own kind of good looks"; no one was addressing the real issue.
After a while, everyone scattered to amuse themselves.
Sean Wallace scooted over, eyeing how the shifting lights sculpted Adrian's sharp profile, and asked, "Are you drunk, or do you just plain dislike Jasper?"
Adrian didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, gave a cold laugh—lazy and arrogant: "Him? He wishes."
Sean Wallace immediately felt he'd overthought it.
