"Here I am," he says, spreading his arms as though to put himself on display. He's also really fucking tired, David, just of a slightly different thing. This room in particular is irritating at best.

"Everything we buy with these things really complimentary and unlimited? What's the limit on them?" He twirls the credit card between the fingers of his free hand. He's incredibly doubtful over the idea of something with no real limits in place.