“—for two hundred dollars—“ Hunter finishes right on the tail of the ‘sale’ because it needs to be said.

Not that he’s actually angry about it.

Mostly, it’s just funny.

“Yes, you do. All of you is like silk.” He nods along, “Really, all of the sex is your fault anyway. I was content without sex until you happened. I mean, yeah, it was fun…feels nice. But I didn’t need it.” He shrugs, “Your fault. You can give me the card when we go to bed later.”