( At her question, his lips quirk up a little higher. It's a sign that she's interested in playing ball, and that's all he needs to encourage him. His answer is a tip of the head and a teasing little shrug that reads guess you'll find out if it happens. )

I guess...

( He starts in a slow, thoughtful drawl. As he speaks, he slowly circles her. Studying her, telegraphed contemplation on his face — entirely false. He already knows what his guess is. )

That you... are bored. I guess that you're surrounded by a bunch of limp-dicked assholes, and maybe one out of all of them can actually do something worth about... twelve and a half minutes of your time.