Don Juan raised his eyebrows and glanced down at his attire, as though he were just now noticing it (as though he had not changed twice when considering how to dress tonight; he ought to have known if things went well it wouldn't matter for long).

"So I am," he agreed. Unfortunately he was wearing far too many clothes to take them off with the excruciating slowness of a strip tease. Instead he settled for business like efficiency. He set the bottle on the end table by Hudson and crossed to a chair on the opposite end of the room. He took off his jacket before he sat down, then dispensed with his shoes and cravat and started unbuttoning his sleeves.

"New job," he said conversationally. "Probably not surprising in the least, is it? Given how the last one was going. This one's better. Salesman, technically, but it's really just talking to people. I can do that, you know? But so could anyone. It's not difficult in the slightest. But they're also not especially picky about early mornings."

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