"Hotsy-totsy," Aidan declares with a bright smile. He doesn't know why, but things with Scotty here often go without further questions. He likes it that way, and he don't much care to know why.
"I take it-" he interrupts himself for a second or two, looking for his words, because that here's something he's actually been worried about, which don't happen very often, "I don't have nothing to fear from your neck o'the woods. Eh? 'Cause I got the Roderick once already on account of this thing, just like to know if I gotta steer clear of Roth when I see him." He likes his hands attached to his arms, is what he means to say, and Roth is one crazy bastard.