Despite everything about the conversation so far — Iggy's bold flamboyance, his candid mention of his work, hell, even Nick's own innuendo not minutes ago — the more or less public invitation tacked on at the end of his offer makes Nick look askance for anyone who might be listening. It's momentary, but it's there.

"I'll let you know," he says, following suit with his own cigarette, already wishing he had another to follow it. "I think I got the important parts. Probably just have to figure out the rest as I go." He lets the motion of stepping off the butt rock him back half a step, allowing Iggy the room to extricate himself.