Well that's just bollocks. How're you supposed to control something like that? [Charlie snorts irritability, lips curling. He's distinctly unimpressed, but it's not like police he's a stranger to police representing some kind of lesser moral and technical obstacle in his life.

The rest of it though--] Of course. Why wouldn't I be? [It's a genuine question, clearly not fully connecting with what she's actually asking.] Don't go to the gym every damn morning just for the fun of it.