"You're a pig, Dresden."
"I didn't know," he protested. I knew he probably hadn't. The guy who was so irritatingly chivalrous he opened doors for me? Yeah, I couldn't picture him walking into the investigation of a porn film production with his eyes open. Didn't mean I wouldn't rib him about it. Forever.
Thomas Raith is a sneaky bastard, I thought, with no small measure of satisfaction about the fact that finally Harry was being kept in the dark.
It was an interesting twist of karma.
I think I could like this Raith guy.