Rich was used to getting eyed up by people by now. You didn't go and save the universe and walk away without people thinking you at least had a nice butt, bare minimum. Also being six-foot-one and looking like he was sculpted rather than born didn't hurt.

That was in full effect here since no one knew his rep.

"I have no idea what color that is but I bet some hoity-toity fashion designer would call it 'blood orange' or something." He squinted. "You know, there are a lot of colors not meant for human retinas."

He went on, "And what, like I need keeping in line? You talk as if I'm going to jump head first into any trouble I find."