"If I tell you it isn't illegal but refuse to provide the details, does that count? Because talking about it sort of makes me feel like a prostitute."
George paused.
"I'm not."
It was important to her to establish this.
"So can we stick to there's this rich lady who is paying me twenty-thousand dollars every week for no discernibly good reason?"
Except now that George had actually said the word prostitute she was now bothered. The reaper started to mutter into her cup of tea: "I mean, selling your blood to some insane person who probably has a creepy fetish--" (Okay, so she knew the truth but George didn't want to run Ted off.) "--isn't prostitution, right? People sell plasma. Just not for twenty grand a week."