"But I feel so at home in the gutter with all the other filth," he joked sarcastically. He could go on and on about gutters and filthiness, but she was all business--which honestly was for the best in the end. If anyone could get them out of here, it would be her.
"Well, I'd like to touch the damn thing," John told her. "See what all the fuss is about. It's supposed to corrupt people, but we both know it won't touch me. Christ, I may be our only hope, how fucked is that?"