Mmm, there are only so many conversations I can have about the inherent inequality in the fashion industry before I get a bit burned out. [Corrigan says this casually as the car begins to move and he rummages through the fridge, producing a couple beers and sodas.] Here, drink something.

[Settling back in the seat, Corry reaches out to tug Junpei closer, like it's the most natural thing in the world, arm settling around his waist again.] Unless, of course, you're trying to imply that you're somehow inferior to a model.