"That's not very nice," Rhys says, frowning. There's something about this guy that's making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, a feeling that he's experienced a few times today, it seems. Cole just keeps looking and looking at him like he has some food on his lip or something in his teeth.

Eventually, Rhys can't stand it any longer. He smacks the mop against the wall and says, "Why are you looking at me so hard? What are you trying to see? Is there something about your eyes that lets you see underneath my clothes or what? Because that's not nice either."