[ A little smirk at the question, but he nods. What kind of sick freak do you think he is, smoking clove??? ]

Narrower, I'm not sure. We remember; it's just our bodies that don't seem able to catch up.

[ He shakes out the flame and tosses the spent match into a nearby plant pot. ]

Unlucky for me, but the resets seem to be working in your favor.

[ He's noticed. ]