"What the f*ck do you want from me?" He had to laugh. "Please. If I were running this show, you'd have had her back down here months ago and I'd be long f*cking gone." Tohr laughed a little in surprise. "Aw, come on, my man," Lassiter muttered. "I don't want to screw you. You're too flat chested, for one thing--I'm a boob man. And for another, you're a good guy. You deserve better than this." Now Tohr looked downright shocked."