There were plenty of arguments to be made about his music and his private habits, but Trenton wisely refrained. Contrary to popular belief, Trenton knew when to shut up and play nice. Particularly when relying on the hospitality of a woman and a pair of scissors.
When the redhead snipped his ties, Trenton lifted his head warily. He tightened his fingers around the cellphone and watched her make for the door, calling out before she could completely vanish back into the hallway, "What's your name?"