Unless you've suddenly become our Lord and saviour, I don't think you're going to get very far with the water I'd be giving you. I don't drink. (He could try, but it wouldn't work. At least, he would say that it wouldn't work, but it might, depending on his mood (which was always good when it came to Nix, so it would always work.) But he can't tell him that, that would give him too much of an upper edge.)

Did your headmaster actually like you? You always have the impression that you were something of a hellion. (Dick raises an eyebrow slightly at him, his lips quirking again.) Alright, when we win this, we'll go visit him, and I'll tell him all about how I followed you around Europe, and that I wouldn't know what to do without you. (Dick gives him a gentle, playful shove.) His jaw will drop.

No plans. (He shrugs his shoulders.) I was going to shower, see what's for supper in the mess, and then maybe go for a run, but if you have any other suggestions, I'm open to them.