Kavinsky grinned lazily, rolling his eyes. What a Goddamn line. And here he'd been trying to at least get a little bit of a fluster under Jack's skin. He leaned his back against the counter, stretching himself out into a series of long, sinuous lines. Bulking up in Darrow hadn't made him big, by any means, but he was certainly a far cry from the wiry, narrow-chested boy he'd been when he'd arrived.

He waited until the card had been run and Jack had gotten the key card and a receipt. "You know," he said. "I could have paid for that."