Darcy watched as Micah's expression crumbled into self-pity. He reached out and pinched Micah's cheek. "What use would you have as a slave?" he said, voice teasing.
Micah's temper flared immediately. "I'm trying to be humble, and you go straight for a personal attack? Real classy, Darcy!" he swatted Darcy's hand away and puffed out his chest. "Look at these biceps!" Micah said, flexing his arm, showing off a surprisingly defined muscle bulge. "See that? I could take down ten men by myself! I'm built like a brick shithouse! Sure, maybe I'm short on brain cells, but I'm strong as a bull!"
"Really?" Darcy raised an eyebrow. "Who was the one who collapsed like a cardboard cutout on the beach after I just pecked…"
