[ For a second, Justin looks utterly offended at being shoved, then he just relaxes in the seat and shrugs. With a bored smile he crosses one leg over the other. ]
Are you— Are you threatening me, Anthony?
Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe I’m just going to hold you hostage here and feed the press terrible lies about your hygiene until you explain why you’re knocking on my door at 2 am.
[ With an irritated noise, Justin rolls his eyes and instead decides to look around. ] I’m cleaner than you, Anythony. What— What would you even say?