He shrugged. He could slip in if he wanted to, but — there were so many election articles to write that he was not eager to add more information to his plate.

Art was, at least, different — even if he'd been the one to bring up the election. But Kieran made a noncommittal noise. "I think I sketch too many people I know for that," he said. He'd thought of it, of course — he'd sold his blood, of course he had thought about selling art. And yet — he hadn't.