“I can tell you the color of everyone's underwear in this entire building,” William says, leaning forward conspiratorially. “And the last time they had sex, and who it was with, and who they were really thinking of when they came. I don't know now, but I could. Like that.” He snaps his fingers and Jon jumps.

Jon is trying to figure out if there's a smooth way to segue from this into asking how things are going in William's personal life when William stretches out and stands up. “See you next week,” he says cheerfully.