"That's the last time I wave something around for you to grab," Adam drawled at Stefan, his voice ever so slightly cocky.
But it was all in good fun, in the end. It took a lot to draw the Daeva's anger, he was just so damned relaxed. Too relaxed, sometimes.
He slipped forward to purchase another ticket, this time sticking it inside his pocket in case someone else got the idea to head inside courtesy of Mr. York. He would let it slide again, if the person was cute.
He really did need to head inside and grab his seat though.