[he listens and watches with a low, easy smirk while Tonic explains. he appreciates every bit of extra harmlessness that the other man works into what he's saying, but he doesn't give him anything in return.

not until that last note, anyway. that one finally breaks up the smirk into a suddenly laugh.]

Are you kidding? That's why this seems like a trap. Do you know how many people in my life would kill to have me in some situation of impairment? You'll have me right where you want me. [whatever that might mean at the time.]