Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

At the mention of clothes, Anatoly winced, though he was determined not to give Lionel the satisfaction of any further reaction. Embarrassing as it had been, he'd do it all over again to protect Lex. Let Lionel see the gesture as weak, he knew it for what it was.

"Anatoly Sergievsky." He was loath to give anything to Lionel, let alone his name, but his refusal would look odd and only serve to fuel the fires of Lionel's suspicion. This was a game he had no talent at all for, and he could only hope that Lex would soon be home or that Lionel would lose interest in baiting him and leave.