[ Oh, god, just kill him now. Why is Kavinsky like this? Why did Reggie not just suggest something from the get-go himself? So many questions, really. Reggie grinds his teeth, taking his time to settle down slightly so he doesn't just fly off the handle when he speaks again.

Exhaling, he manages: ]

Like I'd give you the satisfaction -- not everyone's a freak, you know. At least not as much of one as you.

[ But then he goes right on to fix his hair and say: ]

Sure, I have a need for a lot of things. Seems as good a place to start as any.