He rests an arm round him and chuckles contentedly. 'Alright, I'll try to curb my instinct to throw you off high cliffs amarente.' Because obviously he'd been just about to.

A cigarette is brought out and he lights it idly, thinking. 'On average - about three months a year I guess. Depends on whether the heat's on or not. I've got contacts all over so generally get a good heads up on whether anyone official is looking for me or not. If they aren't, I come here.'