[Orange. It's a weird color for eyes to be, but they look the same as anybody else's in the important parts.]

[The offer knocks his feet right out from under him. His eyes go wide and incredulity is all over his face, fueled by the unexpectedly powerful kick of temptation.] You serious?

[How long's Blake been here alone? He's too old and jaded to get lonely, but after a while you start thinking weird. Start thinking a whole lot of things might not be so bad.]

[Dirk's a pain in the ass with more than a couple screws loose - you'd have to be to make those fucking puppets - but he ain't ugly, especially when you're looking through the disorienting rush of somebody wanting you.]

[Reality seeps in like cold water through a sneaker. Blake sits back with a squeak of vinyl from the booth. His voice comes out just a little worn-out and resigned.]

No. You're not.

[He goes on, verging on conciliatory]

Hell, maybe right this second you are. But I know you. Sooner or later it's all a big joke.

[He lifts his hand in an eh, whaddya gonna do? gesture.]

Say somebody who was gay took you up on that. I give it ten minutes before you're telling the whole city. You'd make a sparkly banner and send it to everybody in the phone book.