"I know all I need to know about you, son," Justice spat out. He had no desire to think about what could have formed a person like Colton. That was part of what he perceived to be wrong with the world today: flaming liberals and their perpetual I'm okay, you're okay softsoap views. He was just about glad he'd been here at the hotel for so many years, because if he hadn't, he might've died of a stroke long before now.
His expression darkened when the kid started rambling on about porn and dick-sucking. Well, what else could he expect? "I was outta things to talk to you about before I even ran into you," he snapped, then devoted himself to finishing his cigarette. He wasn't keen on being chased off, but he fancied he felt a layer of slime forming on his skin from even passing contact with this deviant. "If you and me were the last two lifeforms in the universe," Justice declared, "I still wouldn't want you anywhere near my dick."
Disgusted, he flicked his finished cigarette butt in the kid's direction and turned to head in hopefully the opposite direction. Anywhere would be better than here, stuck talking to that.