Carl slowed to a halt himself, turning to watch on impassively as the other man retrieved a small, brown bottle from his pocket and proceeded to administer himself one of its contents. His entry in the book had mentioned addiction. "They don't exist yet," Carl said shrewdly with respect to the pills. It was, perhaps, a reminder that doctor shouldn't be too liberal in his taking of them, but that was presumably what made him an addict.
Carl shook his head though. "I don't know to which Mayfield you are referring, but I can assure you it's not on our schedule. Neither are your other plans," he said, offering that small smile of his. "Consider them on hiatus."
The carny took a step in an effort to get them moving again. "How do you feel about scantly clad women?" he asked flatly.