[He smirks, leaning back a bit in his chair and watches her a bit more.] If you're sure. [But he's getting up and moving to grab a bottle of rum that he managed to knick from somewhere.] Can I ask why there's a bunch of traps on the women's floor? Sounds like someone didn't want a clam-to-sea cucumber party up there. Or any sea cucumber up there, period. [He's so amused with himself. -_-]