That would be correct. He never did pick the brightest of friends. [ There's a faint chuckle, but the acting is slowly waring thin. ] I'll swing by there later, then.

[ He only just vaguely listens to Enjin's words, not really trying to bait him; no, that would be an insult to their intelligence. He knows Enjin is rather cunning and thus, there's a bit of wariness to his gaze now. Slowly, ever so slowly that facade is cracking. ]

I don't pretend to act, and frankly I don't give a damn what you say about me. Go ahead and continue trying to play your petty mind games; hell's much worse than-