"I'd rather not," Severus insisted. For all he knew he'd be accosted again by his bothersome Swedish neighbor, the bodybuilder who'd slapped his ass that morning when he was checking his mail. He shuddered at the thought. Why couldn't he have found the trappings of some recluse on his person instead of some flamboyant homosexual?
"I'm broke besides," he added, a rather poor excuse on his part, "What would we do?"