_"Well, I didn't say I was rich."_ He thought. Stepping forward to lean against the door frame while Juniper dug through her bag, one of his wing claws clacked against the hard wall. "Sounds good to me. Going out beats staying in here all day." He cracked his neck and rotated his shoulders to relax the tense muscle. "And assholes deserve what's comin' to them. Can't imagine the kind of guy that would cheat on you." Not really one for compliments, he took a stab at it and hoped it worked. She was pretty, he supposed, and it wouldn't hurt to be nice every once in a blue moon. His tail tapped lightly against the wall, his blue scales shining dully in the hall light.