"The second one." Sandy had said it better than he could. "I mean, there... I'll be in hotels sometimes just because that's... kind of how my job works, and Kitt's fast, but he's not as fast as you are, but... you're always welcome in my hotel rooms, and I usually get an efficiency so I can still cook."

And he liked this. He enjoyed being able to wake up with someone he actually felt like smiling at instead of someone he felt obliged to smile at.

But then--

"Uh. I..." Shit, why hadn't he thought of this sooner. "Sometimes my job means I flirt with people. To get information. I... I need you to know..."