[ There's a nonchalant shrug ] The actual work? No. I felt hot. I was hot.

[ Le smirk. His smug confidence knows no rival. Don't you judge him based on hair. Justin totally rocked the Bieber cut before Sam Evans even dreamed of it. But also yes. That. His tone loses a little of the smugness though and he looks down to pick at the side of the CD player idly. ]

It was my boss and what I was asked to do to keep making good wages that I wasn't so happy with. [ He does, actually, have limits. And sexual favors for a dancing on the bar and getting underhand drugged up at parties are that limit. ]