Still. Pansy would tap that. Seriously. That thing about him being her type? True. She liked the jerks and the unshaven, the dirty and mean. Turned her on.
"If I was, do you honestly think I'd be giving you money for this little transaction?" She asked. Hookers got their drugs in trade. At least, last Pansy checked they did. Not that she checked that sort of thing often. Then tipped her head back and laughed again. "Relationships, man. Those are for suckers. Hope the fucking's good. Otherwise it's the door."