"If I did," he said, plucking the thing up, placing it where it belonged, "I wouldn't sell one to you."

"Why not?" I protested. It came out more whiny than I anticipated. Loud enough for cardigan lady to look up. She eyed me up, her eyes raking me up and down. I shot her a dirty look, lip curling in response. I fucking hated old people.

"Because I have a feeling that if I did give you one, I would be waking up with unexplained back pain and broken legs."

I smirked at that. "You think so lowly of me, wonder boy?"

Quirking a brow at the nickname, the freak...