"But I like my own bed, y'know, it smells like me and it's familiar and it's fine, I'll just tell her there's a big story developing at one of your rivals and it could be dangerous, but baby, I gotta go, and then you'll get more business and I'll be able to leave." There. He sits back with a big smug smile on his face for getting himself out of a potential mess and helping John out, and then almost loses his balance and falls out the window, his butt falling from his fingers. Not good. He doesn't fancy bein' spattered across the sidewalk.
"Why," he continues as if he didn't almost die, and hunts about for another ciggy, "was he talking 'bout lizards? What's the guy got against lizards? Is this some new slang that we haven't invented yet?" He stops with the lit match in his hand and frowns as if John was there in front of him. "You need to make more sense, it's morning and I've been taking quite the tea and other things cocktail."