Alright, she had a point. They were Sins, indeed, and there'd always be something fucked up about them. "Yeah, I ain't asking George about his love life - I don't actually care," which is something he expected she could relate with. "Same - like I said, patron saint of bachelors," he grinned but he was slowing the cab down. They'd gone the three blocks. "You see your stop or you wanna just be my ride along?" Which was the worst idea but what the Hell ever.