"It's a free gift. If you get one in the mail you can find out yourself," the man snaps. "You doing the job or not?"

Isaac looks between them, his gaze briefly calculating. The information he's heard, the risk versus the payment offered, the likelihood of being chased by angry lovers who have had a bad experience with razor sharp glitter.

"Not for that sort of pay," he eventually says, pushing the parcel back at the guy. "Not worth the risk."

The other man is clearly going to be a better long term connection.