The question made Kavinsky stop. Oh. Yes, of course. Following him from the club would only have had one of two out comes, really. Either he was being mugged, or he was being propositioned, and Kavinsky rater preferred the latter.

Kavinsky scuffed his boot on the ground. He'd never worked out the pay scale. He just knew the menu, and that he only got thirty percent on tricks.

"Starts at two."