"I'm a little intoxicated," he says, blithely, and waves a hand in the air. "I'd be excluding them on the grounds I just don't like them. Here or there. Or anywhere. Like that human book about off-color eggs and pig meat."

The next comment makes him roll over, purposefully displaying the long, neat lines of his torso and, of course, those ridiculous legs. One of which arches in the air, wheel spinning casually.

"Do I now...? You should take a really good look."