Tony's mouth twitched at the lidocaine. It had a little sting to it at first, like alcohol did, but soon enough feeling started to dull. He always disliked the way lidocaine felt, the way you could feel pressure but not a lot else. It was unsettling.

"So you end up having to do this a lot? Or is it just little old me? Because at this point, I should probably put you on some kind of secret payroll or something."

She would honestly deserve it, too. With weird men showing up at her workplace, needing assistance at any time of night.