Travel back in time, [is kavinsky's answer, prompt, but not as derisive as it could be.] Tell me he'll be worse than Lynch. A shittier liar than Caleb. Give me a heads up, man. I could find somebody else to fuck. [some other terrifyingly powerful, dark-haired man, no doubt. you can't say that kavinsky doesn't have a type.]

You're a demigod. You can pull that shit off, can't you?

[it's easier to talk about power. it's easier to make fun. certainly both matters of life that kavinsky has experience and skill with. sincerity and vulnerability are considerably more difficult.] I'm not gonna put out tonight, di Angelo. It's the shit when this happens. [this happens, like it's happened before. it has.] I need like half a pound of cocaine to wanna do anything. I'm always festering, sweetheart. I'm a fucking leper where it counts.

[he realizes too late that where nico's kneeling, he can tell his eyes are kind of red and jacked up. he twists his head, glancing away for a moment. stupid. but he's still not trying all that hard to get away.]

I can think of one thing, but you ain't gonna like it.