In truth Samuel was pleased by her persistence. It was a quality he had always admired in himself, and it stroked his considerable narcissism to see some mirror of it in others. Further, her combativeness was a freeing sort of change; it had been months since he had met someone with whom he had gotten off to such an instantly pointed start. Now that they two were getting along quite well, it was almost a relief to regain that barbed quasi rapport.
"If you're into trannies and leg hair," he laughed. "But hey, you like what you like. I don't judge."
He thought a minute, his smoke-smudged face canting boyishly to one side. Even Samuel could not have said what precisely drove the thought into his mind, but once it was there, he felt no real desire to push it out. "You know," he said, "I kinda like your style. You got a card? Maybe I can give you a heads up now and then. You get a bounty, I get spared a call-in."