Kavinsky let out a startled bark of a laugh. He squinted at Adam, hard, all sharp lines and distrust and an inability to speak for the words he couldn't say--a string of things he couldn't say, that were impossible to say.

"Tits. Right. That's the key here. Washes out everything else." Kavinsky managed to smile then, not quite looking up at Adam. "Look, you know you'll see me around at some point, Parrish. Darrow's not that big. It's whether or not you're going to hate my guts because of this or because of everything else."

He licked his lips, crouched down for a second to offer his fingers to Copper. When she lapped at them gently, Kavinsky gently ruffled the dog's ears, mumbling at her in Bulgarian gently before he straightened up and stepped back more firmly.