John knew that look, a look that only people who knew him, or of him, would throw in his direction, and more often than not, it was usually a bad thing. For him anyway. “Why do I get the feelin’ you’re not here to sell me double glazin’?”
“do you really expect me to sell something like that? far too much work on my end.” rather, far too much unneeded work. if he was going to sell something, it would have been a deal of some sort, but that was still more work than he wanted to do at the moment. “let’s just say… i’m bored and leave it at that?”