"Oh, yeah, I don't need any of that," Terrence said, waving a hand dismissively. He definitely didn't need a sheet of paper describing Ella; he knew exactly as much as he needed to know. Wouldn't have even asked, except that Fletcher had mentioned it. "But now my curiosity is indulged, and that's always a good thing."
He wondered, vaguely, what kind of information Fletcher had dug up on him. After all, he'd recognized him on sight. He wasn't worried about it, but he wasn't going to forget that, either.
And as for the information Fletcher was going to give him - he didn't have the faintest clue what he would do with that, but he could imagine it coming in very handy. Terrence was extremely resourceful, and he planned to hold on to this particular resource for a while, in case he ever needed to use it.
"Yeah? I don't suppose you've got any fun facts. Putting on their wives' underwear when they're at home, talking to their cat like it's a real person, pretending to be a baby in the bedroom - that sort of thing."