"That's about like me, actually. Gimme chocolate or mint and I'm happy. Not so much for the fruit, but everyone else I know who smokes flavored loves them.
"Don't mind a bigger deposit. I've just always wanted a puppy. Oh, wot? Yeah, I'm susceptible to cute. Though I gotta wonder at the use of 'cockblock' in context." He laughed.
He looked around as they came into the lobby, and a strange mix of expressions crossed his face: impressed, but strangely hesitant and a little bitter. Rich types. I'll be living among soulless rich types. I HATE soulless rich types. I wish there was an arty little corner to this island where the creative geeks hang out.
He shot the doorman a sharp look. "Actually this lobby alone could probably house about a dozen homeless families." Then, a forced smile. "Really, it's lovely."