Evan blinked at Bentley over the rim of his cup, the dark liquid still tipped towards his mouth. It obscured whatever expression his mouth was making (if it was making any at all), but then he took a sip, swallowed, and calmly tilted his head. "You were pretty into it," he argued, narrowing one eye in recollection.

And, if the rumors in the First Circle were to believed, Bentley was so into it he probably came out the other side.