It's not really about laziness, more about mischief makers, like himself, who if not doing something useful would probably put their wits to making pranks for others. Still, it's not important, and he's almost completely grown out of that now. There is, alas, always work to be done and that has to be his priority.

"You are, and I won't have anyone say otherwise." He agrees, and although she might not have meant it, he does. It's not so evident in his tone, unfortunately.

"No, but-" He says, and pauses, moving to pull a hip flask out of the inside pocket of his coat, "If you did want something, there's whiskey in here. The Scottish stuff." He adds, because the stuff that is made in America is... not the same. He'll be polite. "The only things that I know explode are explosives, and I don't think we should opt for that."