[Those sorts of smiles were devastatingly attractive on Henry. It was like looking directly into the sun, just as warm and just as blinding. Alex could feel the start of heat rising in his cheeks, and he cleared his throat and tried to cover it with a sip of his coffee.]

Ha. Fair enough. They don't let me near the kitchens at the White House either. Amy says her life is hard enough without me having access to knives.

[He nodded in understanding though.]

Shaan's resourceful. He'll figure something out. ...I think I might owe him an apology, actually. I think I hit on him a little. ...and I'm pretty sure I started stripping at one point.

[Fuck that casino okay?]