Was that a compliment? I could have sworn Lucien gave Tamlin an encouraging nod.
"And your hair is . . . clean."
The swagger and nastiness were gone. "Because I'm tired and lonely, and you're the only person I can talk to without putting myself at risk." He let out a low laugh.
"How absurd: a High Lord of Prythian and a-"
"You can leave if you're just going to insult me."
"But I'm so good at it." He flashed one of his grins. I glared at him, but he sighed. "One wrong move tomorrow, Feyre, and we're all doomed."