If this were a sitcom, he thought, there would be a grating sound effect of tires screeching to a halt right here.

"Well, I uh," Artemis shifted uncomfortably. "Friends do each other favors... just because they like them. Because they want the other person to be happy, and that's reward enough."

Or so he'd heard and vaguely experienced, but never in such plainly stated terms.

"I would do much more than lie for you, if it made you happy."