"Nor the business of astronomy, politics, philosophy..." Not an indictment--a test. "Actually I like that about you. You know what you know and you don't know what you don't have any interest in knowing." Jon's eyes flicked a little, half closed, at the paranoia remark, tempted to acknowledge it openly, but he let it go with surprising restraint. The fear burned in his chest, longing to be set free.

"You know how this works." He slipped a hand in his own pocket, withdrew a small packet of powder, and held it out between two slim fingers. "The first one's always free."