"Yeah, I love flirting with creepy guys who follow me around and threaten my boyfriend. Don't be stupid, Hartley. You're brighter than this. I hate them." That was even an understatement, he hated them. He hated every last one of them and their horrible perverted kinks and inability to find someone to fuck without paying. He hated everything about his job and the people he had to be around. "You know the guy who interrupted us last week?"

The classy gentleman in combats who practically shoved Hartley on the floor and away from Axel before he started yelling at Axel for playing with his heart. The guy who waved his knife at Hartley. "He wants me to call him daddy and when I was very, very stupid, I let him tie me up once. Didn't end well. Flirting with him is painful. Physically painful." Axel gritted his teeth a little and mentally told himself it was okay. It was going to be fine. One day he'd make them all suffer. It was only a matter of time before the new disorder and he'd have a chance to take back the world. Until then, he just had to keep the money flowing. "I'd love to quit, Hart. I'd love it. It'd be the best day of my life."

Axel smiled a little and gave Hartley his hand, just in case he wanted to hold it. "We could get a small place and you can go be all genius and I'll just try not to fuck up. It'll be amazing. That's the part I like."