He shrugs with one shoulder and reaches up to replace his cigarette between his lips with a quiet noise of nonchalant indifference. "S'just a fag," he eventually replies once the cigarette is idly removed again, only to turn towards the wood of the door behind them and stub it firmly out against the painted surface.

The question that comes next is seemingly out of the blue, but said in such a simple and conversational way that Jez could be asking what kind of shampoo the man uses.

"So how come you haven't propositioned me yet, anyway?"