Trenton sank back in his booth, chasing away the taste of melting sugar with a hard, black sip of coffee. The bitterness made him wince, and he quickly set to doctoring it up with a heavy hand of cream. Another bite of pie, another swallow of coffee that was quickly going lukewarm now that he'd colored it a very pale taupe. Trenton adjusted his shoulders and habitually rolled his wrists, enjoying the newness of no handcuffs. This city felt fresh, it was just the escape he needed. The building must love him.
Like a king in his new found kingdom, Trenton saw no downside right now. Money? Lodging? Pfft. There was pie, what the hell else did he need?
Like a barracuda spotting something shiny, his attention rose to Isobel when she licked some cherry from her fingers. The dark brushstroke of his eyebrows rose in self-amusement when Dorian spoke up with half a dozen lewd suggestions. One in particular had Trenton smirking into the rim of his coffee, refusing to yet take a sip in case he might choke on it.
Grinning in distraction, and shaking his head, Trenton tilted his attention back out the window. "I've never been to Chicago, we'll discover it together."