"A thousand says you'll be begging by midnight."
Jeremy only shakes his head. "Neither one of us needs the money. It isn't much of a bet, Gabriel."
"Very well, then. What do you suggest for terms?" Gabriel raises his glass to his lips; the merlot is a very fine one, and he savors the way it tastes for long moments before swallowing and putting the glass down.
"If you get me begging by midnight, you can have me until dawn. If you don't... well." Jeremy sits back. "Then I'll take you."
"Until dawn," Gabriel repeats.
"It'll do for starters."