"This is the conversation you want to have? Asking if I do drugs?" he asks her as they step into the lobby, bat tossed over his shoulder. "Will my answer change your current opinion of me?" It won't affect him any; he's just curious what she will think once he answers this question. For the moment, the candy isn't part of the equation. And he's lurking at the edge of the couch, not sitting. Not yet.