Sit, where? I don't see a chair anywhere, Steven, and I have no plans to get these slacks dirty.[For all that Steve was giving him that wasn't a lot of information. It was paltry, anemic. But oddly reassuring.]
Multiples. You tell me that whatever that thing was, that swirly thing, it snags more than one of us? [He takes back the reassuring bit. That was not reassuring at all. It was unbelievable to be honest.]
But you with a wife and kids? Now I know you're yanking my chain.