See, this was one of the many disadvantages of dating a sex worker. There was never the usual casual questions that came from the significant other's friends. It always came down to how he was dealing with the situation. "That's the million-dollar question, now, isn't it?"

He looks up at Eames and shrugs. He's not about to go sharing the stabs of jealousy that always crop up anytime they run into one of her clients or how sometimes he has to stop himself to keep her from walking out the door every night. "It is what it is. I try not to think about it."

Easier said than done.