I'm pretty sure they're paying me enough, [Jaime says, with the air of bewilderment of one who's really not entirely certain what Will means, or what Jaime's mechanical skills have to do with what they're talking about now. He gets the fondness in his voice, and it's enough to make him smile, but it's with the air of a dog who's just been told that he's a good boy; they're very happy with the praise, even if they haven't the foggiest where it's coming from. Who's a good mechanic? You are, Jaime!]

It's not really a respect thing. I mean, it kind of is, but that wasn't really my point. My point was... well, mostly that if you ever felt comfortable enough talking about stuff from your home, don't feel like you can't. I've heard plenty, by now.