He huffed a laugh, deciding to let the talk of the movie go for now, they'd come to a decision after all, that was the important thing, "I'm not used to there being fields." He shook his head, "I'm a city-dweller, always have been." Strictly speaking, he hadn't always been, but he'd taken to it more quickly than he would have thought, "There aren't really any fields in New York." He shrugged, "Not in the city, anyway, might be some upstate, but that's not the same thing."
He shrugged then, "And yeah, I probably could, but what would I do with that many girls?" He knew it, of course, there'd been times when a patron's subtle flirting became more and more overt the longer he ignored it. But what else was he going to do?