“Okay, but hear me out. He wears leather, kind of dresses like a biker…and he’s big. Like six-foot-four, and he is a silver fox! I’m talking, at least in his early forties. Unfortunately, the whole working together thing kind of prevents the whole sleeping together thing…and…he just may be straight, which is a pity.” Foxx coughed and quickly added in a much softer voice, “And he might be a psychopath, but really, that’s such a small, unimportant detail.”
