（ well, good christ there it is. gene's eyebrows lift faintly, an' then he just. scratches one nail against his eyebrow, palm outward in obvious thought. trading sex acts for ain't hardly nothin' new to him — an' he ain't half so precious as some fellas about the concept when it happens between men. but he ain't used to it bein' laid out like that to a damn stranger, neither. give him a second to recalibrate his approach, an' then: ）

Last I checked the goin' rate for a blowjob was two cigarettes, anyhow. （ this obvious sarcasm. ） Besides, I'm a dinner an' dancin' kinda man, myself.

（ gene just waggles the pack about invitingly. ）

Tell you what, first one's free. After that you owe me a limerick.