[He shoves the tin into Jim's hands as soon as he's before him, and he heads in to have a seat.] Please! What do you have?

[He settles down in a chair, slouching and propping his feet up as he starts reading the contents of that little bit. And not just read it, oh no. His eyes flick in an inhuman manner over the contents, absorbing the content at a rate that would make some computer's blush and a scanner ashamed. He was flicking through pages quickly.] Oh, you're quite the ladies man, aren't you? Perhaps I should have asked for some pointers last week.