"Any fantasy where you are tied up and I am alone with you sounds like my kind of fantasy." King shrugged. "I mean really the rest is just details."
He pulled the door open to the hotel, holding it open for her. Hannibal King was not raised by wolves. He was raised by a nice lady who taught him manners. To some extent. This was after all the same man that taught a blind woman to belch the ABC's. Still, he could be decent when he wanted to and hold the door open for a girl. Shush.
"Nice place." Really anything was a step up from the barge. They had to steal power from a building a few blocks away. Water leaked on the bottom floor. It was a shit hole.