"Maybe that's why I get respect and you don't." Hartley leaned forward, putting one hand between Axel's legs and probably brushing against his crotch. Whatever. He caught his eyes and smiled, even if it wasn't a very friendly smile. "I respect myself. You don't even know what your self is."

"Break it up, children." Leonard spoke up from across the table and Hartley pulled back, rolling his eyes. Meanwhile Len looked at Axel, deciding to change the topic. "How's your new cellmate?"