“So . . . why are you buying me clothes and lunch?” North asks. “How does this all fit in with your rigorous training regime?” I purse my lips. “Because I like nice things. And since you’re one of my things, I want you to look nice. Otherwise, people might think I’m hanging around with a hobo.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re such an asshole.” “Did I ever give you any indication that I wasn’t?”
