[He groans, leaning back in his chair and flicking ashes on the table.]
Four months. Slept with a good few city blocks worth of women. I work at the bar. You can talk to the waitress, she'll tell you all about how we spent our nights coinciding with these murders you think I've committed. [He waves his hand.]
Her name's Katherine. You might like her. [The reason he does might just center around her name.]