A case of utter friggin' lack of conscience, that's what he has, but he ain't dipshit enough to go tellin' anyone in public. Not that Sin's dipshit: her business is her business and ain't a friggin' thing he'd do about it or suggest she change. He's shallow, but not that shallow. Soon as Daphne gets back he orders up a couple of the specials, then turns his attention back to the lady across from him, those pieces of art all over her body just peekin' out like some sort of promise.

He likes it when stuff's suggested that way. It's cool. "The three tees and an i. Or is that a v. Grammar was never my strong suit." With a laugh, he helps himself to his coffee 'cause the only way to drink it is while it's hot.

And just 'cause she's got those three tees and the i, that don't mean she ain't human, right? Unless she ain't, in which case she could've fooled him.