Arthritis? Really, Kaz. You're making him out to be an old man in a chair or something. There's still plenty of life yet in this old dog. Boss just shot him a knowing look and smirked softly. He knows you're joking, Kaz.

He also notes how much time you spend adjusting that yellow scarf of yours. All for the girls, huh? Or is it something else?

"We could. Or we could train in stealth tactics. Got any cardboard boxes around here?"