"He knows how to, uh, spin a yarn, but nothing too dangerous."

Jackson's pokerface was much better than Crane's, he could give him that. "Home is where you hang your hat, Jackie-boy. I guess you need to be bland, though, don't you? It makes things..." He waved a hand, "Simpler. And you don't strike me as the kinda guy who, uh, who likes to be complex." Not on the surface at least; that would make things too obvious.

"Lisa has better taste, you mean," he said glibly, crossing his arms behind his head.