[Shit. If he gets too curious, he could pull the truth right out of John. He won't meet his physical desires that way, but he'll still use it for little details like that.

Okay. Spin it. Slowly, wearily, he opens his eyes, one arm thrown over his forehead now.]

Yeah. Of course you made a move on me. And of course I left. That shit's so standard by now that I don't see why I have to tell you.