“Sure, if you want.” It’s not like he could care less what she does or doesn’t want to get. In the long run, money is meaningless to him. At least, it feels a damn more meaningless lately than when he first started performing. As for him, he just points to something random on the menu and lets the server take care of it. Once they’re alone again, he straightens up a bit and his head lolls onto his shoulder as he stares at her.

Alright, time to BS.

“Well, found out I’m an alien, for one thing.” Said in a deadpan that's hard to read.