Evan snorted, amused. "I can write my name on something and they'd still eat it," he said with a humorless smile. "And we went over this. Beating them or killing them just will leave me answering too many questions. Hey! If I crashed at your place one night, would I get breakfast with orange juice even though I'm not going to fuck you or swallow your nasty load?"
He laughed, grinning. "Messes can be cleaned up without having to swallow shit," he pointed out with jokingly. "What power? Come on, I want more information than that! And you never answered. Does this guy you're seeing who you aren't serious with taste all good and special that makes you keep coming back for more?"