"Sense?" John manages a wry chuckle around his cigarette, drawing deep and tipping his head back to exhale. He can't make a lick of sense out of anything Bobby's said about his plans to get rid of the girl, but..."Whatever works for you, Bobby baby."
Christ, he can't remember why Sheppard was mouthing off about lizards. "I think he meant the scaly reptile things. God only knows why." He grins, tugging the blanket closer. "But I bet you dollar to a dime you can make something of it."