I am, actually, in that much demand. But you really don't know much about me, do you?

[He had wanted to move April from Saturday to Friday evening, and thus liberate his weekend for Raina. Chilton clenched and unclenched his jaw, questioning how Walt could even discover who usurped his old spot -- it seemed so unlikely, it wasn't like the man still had Abduxel.

But Chilton measured the risk. He considered how Walt had surprised him before, how Walt could use new angles -- like dopamine -- in ways more horrifying than sheer violence. Chilton took a deep breath --]

All right. I'll move it. Your old hour, fine, you can reclaim it. Are we settled?