Something was wrong. The bag was tossed to him, and he caught it deftly, but something wasn't right. He'd said the wrong thing, had annoyed James somehow. Why else would the man say that it was too bad? How could it be bad that he was desperate and not a cocksucker? He'd have thought that would please James, because that gave him so much leverage over Fisher, and James loved having power. That much was obvious.
Holding the powder in his hand, Fisher thought for a moment, really thought. Who knew how long the nurses would be asleep? He needed to get a hit now, before they woke up, before it was taken away and everything was ruined. But it was odd that James wasn't demanding payment first, wasn't dangling it before him like bait.
"Are you... don't you want payment?" He didn't trust charity. No one gave something for nothing.