"What?" I say as we move through the foyer, toward the staircase. "What?" he echoes. Now there's definitely an edge in his voice. "What's your deal, man?" I start up the stairs; I feel him like a shadow, and I’m not sure how much I like the vibe I’m getting from the guy. "I don't have a 'deal,' man."
You OBVIOUSLY do. Omg don't piss me off
