He was, indeed, still looking at her that way, even if he was slightly distracted by his own maudlin wanderings. "This one does," he said shortly. He paused, trying to debate how much he wanted to tell her and then decided that really, he didn't want to dump his bullshit on her shoulders. He didn't even really want to THINK about what might be going on back at his place now. "Nothing much. Just realizing I can't have my cake in life and eat it too. It's a very hard blow for a rock star to take," he answered, the flip answer clearly not the truth, but all he was willing to give at the moment. "How IS the school marm gig going, by the way?"