Evan shrugged. "I suppose not," he said, "And anyway, where would the world be if we are all alike and think alike?" he asked, vaguely. He really didn't care. He liked those who thought like him to be those he associated with. People with different views got to him at times. And he'd just been proven right in the past. It was better to associate with those like yourself then those who were not. For a moment, but just a moment, he thought Astoria thought like him, but he was already sure she didn't. She'd be great for a one night thing, but nothing more including friendship.
He looked around them at the street. "Neither do I. Funny thing that is," he said, getting her point.