make them happy (open)

Locke

im all for compassion

He's only taken aback for a second. He wants to comment on being the judge of that but this really isn't his thing. He's only here because he wants away from the partying and the noise and all the people. He kind of chuckles, rolling his eyes. "I'm sure you always win. Too much? Probably not. She doesn't seem phased by anything he says. Which is good because he's chronically vulgar. When he wants to be.

He lays out his cards, showing her that he has two pairs. Nothing too fancy but still. "That must get old. Having to flirt and pretend to be interested in people who only care about your body." He couldn't do it. At least not long term. She seems so chipper but surely on the inside she's dying.

He raises an eyebrow at her, watching her for a moment as he mulls over how he should answer her. She didn't ask for his name, she asked for what she should call him. Which is preferable honestly. "You can call me Locke." There. Easy enough.

"Do you actually like working here? Right to the point he is.

but not on my dime