Part of him wanted to ask what the fuck Val had been doing while Jag was cursed. Especially when he'd broken the curse eventually. But Coby was friends with Jag; he didn't know Val at all. Instead he stretched to reach the rum to top off their drinks.

"I don't know, man. I don't think you can hold yourself to the same standards when you're cursed. I mean, would you have cheated on him if you hadn't been? You never fucked around before you were cursed, right?"