[Shrug.] It's fine. Who cares? It's just a time-killer anyway, right? It's not like I'd be making any cheddar either way.

[He turns to watch him fiddle, which means he's just relaxed enough to again be caught by the next question. But this is more in the line he's been expecting, and now his eyes narrow warily.] He's in a coma, actually. Talk about what?