Right, and you don't get hungry or thirsty. Guessin' you don't sleep, either. But you can get impatient.

[It's spoken, more like teasing, more like the smugness he usually carries in his voice.]

Hell, if it were soft, doubt I'd have wanted to come this far. Not much room for it for either of us, I think.

[Even if it would be nice, on paper anyway. But he knows to be somewhat realistic, not idealistic.]

Now then. Seein' as how you've been ever so considerate, hearing me out and all, is there anythin' you need from me?