But I don't. They're parasites. ( Vultures, rats, cockroaches. Taking advantage of a situation where — but he's rolling his eyes, groaning. The early indications of a man who has barely graduated from his adolescence, mere years before.

Then, something in him settles. His posture rights, his gaze sharpens. )

...fine. What's one more lie? We should both hope they wash their asses, for the amount of puckering I'll do.