Nora shot him a sly grin. "Wow, so uptight. Won’t even let me touch you, huh, handsome?"

Dorian didn’t flinch. His response was calm, his tone polite but firm. "Apologies, miss. We’re performers, not escorts. I’d appreciate it if you kept your hands to yourself."

Her eyebrow arched, but she knew when to back off. "Alright, Mr. Manners," she said, her voice teasing. But she wasn’t done grilling him. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-nine," he ...