Small talk. Now if there is one thing I hate it's small talk. No, that ain't exactly true. There are many things I hate just as much. Like for instance some jerk poking me in the shoulders. However, I manage to resist the urge to kick him in the groin but instead say "Yes, I like french food. I like almost ev'ry food. But I don't work out. I just do a bit of, how do you say? Climb with no ropes?"
Should I tell him about my experience with slicing up guys like him with a switchblade? Or go on about my travelling mate and fuckbuddy Simon, an ex-member of the israely special forces who showed and learned me not how to survive in a fight, but how to win it?
Nah, don't think I should.
"Freeclimbing. It's called freeclimbing" Jason replies. I give him a broad smile "You like to climb? Be on top?"

I follow Michael to the dining room, still wearing the backpack. "Is there a place I can shower and change before we have dinner?"