Audrey disgustedly wiped his lips with the back of his hand, turning away from his current client James while attempting to hide the revulsion he still felt during these sessions after all these years and to stop himself from gagging. As he experienced his usual Pavlovian relief at hearing the sound of a zipper being closed, he found himself vaguely wondering if the lack of any sort of buckets or other appropriate vessels of disposal in the back rooms of The Gutter was due to budgetary constraints or the potential of the clients taking offense at them. And then James' demanding throat clearing answered that particular query to the universe and no one in particular in favor of the latter potential answer, causing Audrey to obediently turn back towards him. As he always did and always would. "You're free Sunday at exactly eight. You'll be picked up at the front entrance. And you'll be wearing something..." He flashed him a smile that was creepy even by the very low at this point standards that he had for his clients' deference to social norms. "More revealing."
...Well, I really should go along with this, considering that I do owe myself to my clients for helping to fund the... legally questionable estrogen that I'll hopefully be able to afford soon, since that'll just add on to the terribleness of what I've been doing here, playing at being a woman for them, making a mockery of it and getting them all confused... he does have a right to the lies of the results he's paying for... but I couldn't do that to Claire, she's made it... very clear that she doesn't want the-our relationship to end... and I can't date two people at once, obviously. Audrey hesitantly forced himself to sit beside him and lowered his head in appropriate submission, hoping that this would mitigate the vitriol and aggression towards him that would likely soon be coming. "...I really do appreciate your kind offer, but..." He immediately trailed off, shocked, as James cockily parted his leather jacket, revealing a police badge... as well as a subtle but unmistakable trace of Estee Lauder perfume. Despite the direness of his current situation, Audrey was distracted by a pang of guilt as he realized that the latter revelation meant that James' earlier claim that he was single was a lie.
James brought him back to reality with the somehow even greater edge that was now in his voice. "Tell you what. You blow my mind..." And there was that astoundingly creepy smile again. "and more after our date at eight, I'll arrange for it to slip it to arrest you for solicitation." Processing this, Audrey allowed himself the brief reprieve of imagining that he was actually arranging a date with that surprisingly nice guy who worked at the flower shop he had started working at for extra money and security recently, Seymour. He succeeded at this until James somehow not unexpectedly pulled out a knife and slowly ran it along a leg of the couch they were sitting on without breaking eye contact with him, which Audrey did shortly afterwards. "...Sure." He heard James snap the blade of the knife back into its handle, stand up, and start heading towards the door before unfortunately pausing at it. "One other thing. Your real name?" ...Hopefully he doesn't take this the wrong way... I don't want to risk lying to him, since, well, he's a police officer. "...It's James. James Fulquard." The resultant silence pressed down on Audrey for a moment before James broke it, addressing him while thankfully exiting the room. "You'll be at the front entrance at eight, Audrey."