"You're not wrong," Darcy said, her tone easy and dry as she took another long, cool drink and neatly crossed one leg over the other. She had no idea if he was making an attempt at insulting her, but she didn't care enough to bother with getting worked up thinking about it. What was the point?

"You look like someone's rich, weird uncle," she said, hoping at least the 'rich' part were true as his having nieces or nephews somewhere out there had absolutely no bearing on whether or not he could offer her some choice booze. "Nice suit."