“C’mon, don’t say that,” Xander chuckled in response and pointed in the direction he was headed. “How about I give you a tour? Unless you have somewhere important to be.”
“You’re right, bad start. I’m Ptolemy.” He smiled. Ptolemy’s gaze followed the direction of the other’s hand and shook his head. “Unless you would consider listening to your mentors and stylists jabber to be important, my schedule looks free.”















