Feeling like someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over his head, Russ grabbed Milt's hand, stopping him.
"Wait, I don't want..." he trailed off, at a loss. He'd meant to say that he didn't want Milt to do this for the wrong reasons — but what the hell were the right reasons, in this situation?
Milt smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Don't worry," he said, "not having a soul doesn't preclude me from giving great head."
"No!" Russ blurted, feeling a sting of guilt. "That's not it at all. I just — I don't want you to do this because you think you owe me or some shit.