It gets a laugh. Alex smiles complacently. Grant leans back, regarding him half interested, half in not unfriendly scorn. An answering shrug. Didn't figure I was your type, precious thing.
Grant turns away.
And generally talk like one. Yeah, well, that works both ways, sugar. You know, I hear the Philharmonic has a great Mozart symphony next weekend. Or sit, as the case may be. Grant turns back to look at him, hostility tempered by bewilderment.