There's an awful lot of breathin' room, but I can hardly move

"I wish you wouldn't say train," Iggy says softly. "You're not a dog, Dick."

He sits there, studying Dick's face in the dim light. He's extremely handsome, he thinks. He could probably have anybody he wanted, male or female. But here he was, offering to bend, to change... but still much the same as every other man Iggy had ever met.

"I didn't say I don't like sex," he said. "I happen to like sex a lot." He took his hands back so he could push them through his hair.

"I guess I'm not sure what you want from me, even now. You say you don't want to be a client, but in the next breath you remind me how important it is that you get your balls drained." He looks back at the enclosure window, feeling lost and vaguely guilty.

"...this is stupid. Let's go look at some more animals."