Raising one eyebrow, he sits back down in his chair and stretches out his legs.

"Thinking's kind of a dangerous proposition, sweetheart. You know how it goes: you get one thought, and soon enough, damn, it's spawned another. Then the two of 'em get together and have a kid, and another, and soon you got a whole passel of thoughts hanging around there. And once they're there, ain't no gettin' rid of 'em."

Pulling back on his beer, he shrugs genially enough. "What's on your mind?"