"Believe it, it's happened before. You know I'm enthusiastic in bed!"

He's...not gonna say anything about pills. Who needs to know he's been taking a supplemental helper for years? He has a high stress life, he drinks a lot, it happens. Whatever.

It says a lot that he's halfway to lifting his right hand to light the joint...before remembering he needs a lighter. He snags one from the table and lights up, inhaling deeply. That's the stuff! At least the stuff to start the day off with.

"But you're right, I am in excellent shape. Between working out and the small army of space age doctors I had on hand...dunno what happened to my ass, but honestly I never had much of one in the first place. And it might be little, but it's tight and fit!"

He's proud of his physique, overall, nearly nonexistent ass notwithstanding. Considering the time and money he's poured into looking how he does...

But he nods in agreement and relocates himself to the plush chair by the window, sprawling comfortably.