Izak was, David thought, the type of guy you'd have to kiss to get to shut up. It might not even stop him if you tried, and he was tempted to, but...well. They were at the pizza place, anyway, so he just pushed it open and slouched towards a booth.

"What kind do you want?" He asked. "I mean, the sausage is good, but it's Chicago. The sausage is always good. It's the law."