[Don't call him out . . . babe. Babe. Greed gives him a slightly flat look, sprawled back in the seat. His legs are spread, and idly he thinks about how good it would be to fuck Ling here.

He thinks more and more about fucking Ling, honestly. It's getting to be a problem.]

Don't get excited. I just don't want to spend the next week with you blowing up my phone trying to figure out what it is.