He only ever bounced things off the people he had been stuck with. Never anyone he liked. Never anyone he respected. Bobby was the first. He looked at him now, scrunching up his face at that look of pity. Fuck that. "I come to you because I think you have a brain. Trust me, in this world, that makes you as special as it gets."

And that was about as deep as it got. He didn't care. He didn't feel. It was a practical asset, not anything more. "You entertain me. Besides, you can't deny we have energy. Can you, darling?"

He raised his eyebrow playfully.