He caught the bolero before it hit him with a laugh, having expected a similar reaction. "Alright fair enough, everyone's got to make a living. Still, they'll all be jealous of me even if you walked down in a sack, considering how beautiful you are."
After getting his shoes on, he leaned back on the bed a little and let out a groan of disappointment. "You have no idea how much I would love to do that, but I'm afraid that if I do I won't make it to work and my employees will be stuck outside wondering if I've died or not."