Sitwell meant to take a polite sip from his glass as Banner spoke, but now he just kept drinking, watching Dr. Banner with wide eyes and no solution to his problem with every passing gulp. Maybe they would find out if he could get drunk at this rate. He had been joking, Dr. Banner knew how to joke, they were just joking around, put the beer down. Sitwell clasped his hand over his wrist when he managed to land his glass on the bar to keep it still, then realized he still hadn't laughed so gave a weak chuckle and nod of appreciation for that good one, super great, such a funny guy. "I can see why, you're, uh. I mean, she's very intuitive," Sitwell finally came up with, then sucked his lips between his teeth. It wasn't as though Dr. Banner could deny that, now they were both good people that didn't deserve to be smashed.