He was interesting. Clearly there were weaknesses, see: the drinking. There were so many buttons to push, though, and now as much as leaving, she had an interest in seeing what kind of person went through all this trouble without asking anything in return.

Everyone had an angle.

She pressed against his back, tilting her head enough so the tip of her nose brushed the shell of his ear.

"Looks like the oldest game in the book to me."