[There's a guy wearing sunglasses in the Underground watching you two, suddenly. As in one second he's not there and the next he is. And there's a creepy ventriloquist's dummy sitting on a stool nearby, "watching" the proceedings as well.]

Damn. [And that's said with a slightly impressed edge.] Looks like you've got this covered. Kicking ten kinds of shit out of his emotions and telling them to man up and walk it off like the burliest football coach in the south.