"Yeah, he would, but I can't help but notice that you never actually agreed to it before now..." He grins, shakes his head, and salutes with the taco. "Least I can do. Sorry again about the dishwasher. I was pretty drunk. So." He sounds softer at the last, and he shifts his leg up under him on the couch. "Contract killer, huh?" He's not sure how the conversation's going to go, but he's here for it.