"You do, huh." Walter tries to sound skeptical but the amusement (and maybe a little bit of quiet bafflement) in his voice kind of kills that fairly dead. "I'd ask you to prove it but I'm afraid we might fuck up all my hard work."

He's got to grab Bourbon and plop her back in his lap because she's already halfway up on to the table as soon as he's not paying 100% attention to her.