"Get to?" Judas looked disgusted. "If anything I'd charge more for the dry cleaning bill."
Was this the conversation he'd envisaged coming here tonight? Mary was looking at him, but that bartender was still in her range of vision. For some reason it was galling him more than usual. He knew he wasn't the most desirable person in the world, but... He sniffed and cleared his throat lightly. Mary did look extremely hot in that dress. If that was her laundry day dress, then what was the rest of her wardrobe like?
"If he's not looking at you in that, then he's a fuckwit," he said, out of nowhere.