Hot, stuffy, and close were all adjectives Dory might've used to explain the closet sized bedroom of a low rent brothel. He took a sip of his second glass, eager for a second to press that particular thought from his head. It had to be the female dancers that got his thoughts rolling, that or how long it'd been since he last had sex. Dory just had to get laid is all, then he wouldn't keep thinking about testing Greengrass' flexibility.

"Probably," he commented. "I'll likely step out early if that's the case." Escape to Winnie's or something.