Damian grinned in a charming manner, removing a small golden disk with a hole in the center from the pocket of his coat. “Why don’t we flip a chit and decide that way, Claudia, dear?” He held the coin up.

“Then you’ll want to flip a chit every time. Why don’t we take turns?” Claudia suggested, idly playing with her hair.

“He was on your ship last,” Damian spoke pleasantly.

“He wasn’t injured!” Claudia hrmpthed in an almost teasing manner. She was quite aware of what Damian was attempting to do and two could play that game.

Which one of them could out flirt the other and get what they wanted.

They weren’t going to get that far. “Ahem.” An annoyed voice informed the pair that they were not alone in their discussion any longer.