It was unavoidable that sooner or later Frederick was going to fall into old patterns of conduct. He knew there were few things in life that couldn't be negotiated, and so he completely changed his tack. He gave Match a considering look and narrowed his eyes measuringly. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke up again.
"I'll tell you what I mean," he said in an extremely reasonable, friendly voice. "Look, let's cut to the chase, my friend. What is it going to take for you to agree to change rooms with me?" He leaned in rather suggestively and, in his most innocent tone, he offered, "Is it money? Or... maybe... I dunno. Something else?"
Frederick made it a point to check out Match's exposed torso. He wondered for a moment if getting his way in this case was worth third degree burns on his unmentionables. But dammit! He'd had his heart set on moving in with Jamie today. He wasn't ready to give up yet.