He hates this part.
He works out on the street when he's not getting shows, and it's not all bad. Hell, sometimes it's even fun. It's not like he has to worry about some guy breaking his arm or putting a bullet in him – well, he does, but he doesn't have to worry about it lasting.
The thing that actually gets to him is that some guys just won't take no for an answer.
The one who's hassling him now (big guy, usually he can use his height in situations like this but not this time) was a nightmare last time. Zero personal hygiene was bad enough already and combining that with some of the kinks he sprang on him last minute was way more than he was willing to handle, but somehow the guy thinks he's entitled to a second round. He's kind of losing his temper.
"Did I not tell you fifty fucking times already–"