"Yours. Please," breathlessly. Jim still isn't used to getting picked up, and he's definitely not used to getting picked up by people as handsome or wealthy-looking as Isaiah--his usual type is other people as worn-down as he is, the luckless (because the luckless need to stick together). Isaiah is as rich as Turkish coffee, and it makes him feel out of his depth, but at the same time it's very, very entrancing.