"Cosmetic destruction that you want to unleash on unsuspecting tourists," he said. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not entirely against it."
James tracked her retina-scorching, physics-defying movements around the shop with a frown, head cocked to the side. Did that happen every time the woman sneezed, or only now that he'd doused her? He eased back to over to the baggy to inspect the contents, wondering if the product had expired, or if Sam had switched it out with chili powder.
"Let's say we do this." James said. "How would you feel about keeping it under the table?"