Corry's name brings him to a halt. He remembered back to the look on her face when they'd broken into the rundown theatre the other night. He knew how badly she wanted this deal to be done, wanted the Waterhouse for her own. "Hmm. Looks like you just said the magic word," he says, dumping the pot in the kitchen sink. "So you gonna pick me up in that fancy car of yours?" He pulls over his shirt dumping it on the floor as he goes.