"I don't." He answers truthful, but he's not sure how many cats Marceline has let out of the bag. And he doesn't want to evoke any suspicions so he zips his lip, keeps whatever worrisome thoughts he'd had to himself.
Instead he shrugs, "Good on her. I hope she find what she's looking for."
and then nods, "I will do. I just haven't really gotten to it. It hasn't been breeched or bridged, However it is you get to a question like that." he scratches the back of his head,
Laughs because he knows he'd win. He has a feeling sometimes but doesn't like to rub it in. He leaves his winnings on the table. Happy to offer them up for the next round.