"Yeah." Hartley smiled, even if he didn't really feel it. At least this situation was bizarre enough to almost be funny. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to..." He wasn't sure what to say, so he just gestured vaguely around them, finally offering a shrug. "...interfere with business. Just didn't expect to see you here."

So his first ever make-out session had literally been with a prostitute. Hartley wasn't really sure how he felt about it. Probably mostly just a bit of vengeful glee, imagining what his parents would make of that. "My father tried to have you arrested, I'm glad you gave a false name and all that."