"I don't have many clothes because I don't have much money," Tanek responded. "I mean, obviously you have been doing very well for yourself, with your tattoos and your snazzy clothes and your gym membership, not all of us are bulking with money, you know." That, and the year Tanek did not spent at the school had been filled other things, so that clothes had not been a priority.
Even though he was supposed to be changing, his eyes followed Sorin. The boy had changed, and not exactly for the worse. Puberty had hit Sorin like a mac truck. Tanek, meanwhile, hadn't grown into his features: age had elongated his pale, skinny body without actually making it seem much older.
Tanek emerged from the stall with jeans that hung low on his narrow hips and the T-shirt that said 'Eat Me'. His grin matched the message: bawdy and suggestive. "This will be a good shirt, yes?" He tipped his head tot he side. "Will we not be getting anything for you?"