I'm going back to The Dragon's Devotion for another snippet this weekend, but I'll probably start mixing in some other stories soon, since I've been snippeting The Dragon's Devotion for a while now. We're in Bastien's point of view in this snippet. (I think I actually hit six sentences without going over this time!)
Corentin’s pursuit—was that the word? was he being pursued?—was, if nothing else, a novel distraction from his recent frustrations and the growing tension between him and Griffen. But it was more than a distraction; Bastien had to admit that, even if it was unclear exactly what it was or what it could ever be.
He’d assumed after the play—after Corentin had spent much of it tormenting him in quite a pleasant way—that Corentin would invite him home, but he had only asked if Bastien wanted to have a drink somewhere. He’d agreed, rather dully, and they’d sat together in a quiet tavern sharing a bottle of wine and talking, about the play—what they remembered of it—and others they’d seen, books they’d read. It was a rambling and enjoyable conversation, and there had been a few long kisses in shadows on the walk back to Bastien’s house, which left him feeling rather warm.
He wondered if Corentin was trying to make him crazy.