He didn't like snooping - he liked knowing. Asking questions was the fastest way to knowing, too, so why not? It wasn't like she would lie to him - and even if she did, he really could care less.

If he noticed any potential threat in the way she spoke, or if he noticed the missing corkscrew, he made no effort to point it out. "I dunno," he shrugged, turning to face her, taking a glass vaguely before turning back to the pictures, "I just always remember seeing, y'know, big girls. Built like brick houses. Aheh, maybe I'm thinking of, uh, roller-derbies, though."

He turned and grinned. "So, how was it, being stuck to Jackson?" Throw a few hardballs between your straight pitches and things got interesting.