That fucking self-satisfied look. That was Percy's perverse charm, there. That was what Vex loved, the terrible cleverness of him, the pride.

"Percival," Vax'ildan murmured after a moment of shock. "I love you. You know I do, truly. But I'm also getting drunk enough where I'm tempted to dive over the table and throttle you." Vax pushed his empty glass at the other man. "Pour."