"A cup of fucking sugar?" his tone hushed now, little baby, don't say a word. The fact that yes, he was going to be a minor political figure in this town did affect his idea of how he could allow his reputation to remain that of an outspoken, even dramatic sort of man, but he knew there were thousands more in this city who knew not of him, and knew even better that people picked a PUPPET. And he was just the right sort of devilishly handsome puppet all the shallow people in Orange County wanted as their voice and face.
Peering down at her, clenching his jaw, he continued. "That's what men say when they want your cup of vagina. And I don't care what he does, or what stupid news he reports about my gas, or what color his shit is and how it curls into the shape of Jesus-tap-dancing-Christ or mother-fucking-Mary. I have my own connections!" If he were five years old, he would've stamped his foot. Instead he just hissed between his teeth. "I'm only going to play nice since you want to him your cup of sugar." Yes, it was jealousy. His eyes gave a quick up and down of her before he began walking toward the buffet.