here was sitting on the trunk of the jaguar . maybe i was a complete idiot after all . i saw the wet stain on his off-white shirt , where he 'd tucked the extra glass between arm and chest while he 'd used his other hand to open the door . i was-i was hoping maybe i could make a trade with you . '' there would only be me and patch , and nothing else would matter . what kind of a lover are you ? he pushed back hoping the cloth would rip but it only grew tighter around his neck . 