“You just want to— talk?” He stops whatever he’s doing. “Look, I’m on clock, honey. You pay good money and you’re going to get your dick fuckin’ sucked.” He lays between your legs. However, you announced that you weren’t paying him for a good time. Just a small bit of his time.

He was quite surprised to say the least… nobody never wanted to just talk to him. Majority of his clients are desperate snobs ready to have their way with Angel Dust. Talking. That was new.