Danny represses a sigh, tipping his head back just as the massager whirs to its death in the background. Had someone offered him two grand back when he'd been stripping, he wouldn't have accepted it either, but he knows that from a position of comparable wealth now. Hedwig doesn't have that luxury, if he's having to supplement his income from that grimy music club with trips to a gay bar who knows how many nights a week.

"How about a loan?" He asks with newly found hope in his voice, gaze dropping back down to Hedwig. "Huh? I'll even charge you interest. One gummy bear a day. Whaddya say? You just, you gotta stop with the..." Danny pulls back the corner of his mouth, clicking his tongue twice in lieu of actual words.