Kavinsky laughed and rolled his eyes. He knew he wasn't the first, or second, or probably even fifth option, if it were possible. Dick was here because he didn't have any options, because he knew that Kavinsky could do it, and he was trying to bank that Kavinsky's pride, his ability to gloat, was worth more to him than knowing that he was only an option because there were no other options.

Desperation wasn't a good look on Richard Gansey.

"I can," Kavinsky said. He sipped his coffee and gave Gansey an almost pitying look. "But since I've got no good reason to help you assure you get laid, I think I'm gonna pass."

The coffee was only about half empty from the periodic sip he'd taken since he'd gotten it. To sacrifice it seemed like a waste, somehow, since it was pretty decent coffee. This was Kavinsky's pride, though: setting the mug down and rising from the table, shrugging vaguely.

"You wanna know how much it would cost you, Dick? There isn't a price tag, because you could not pay me enough to give you something you want. There is not amount of money I could tell you that thing is worth that would hold you in my debt long enough to make it worth my while."

He smiled, all tooth, a glittering skull of a grin, and shifted behind his seat. His long fingers drummed on the back of the chair for a moment. His ring clacked dully against the chair, shifted a little.