I don't owe you shit. If anything, you owe me for not spouting all your dirty little secrets over the network right now. I'm sure some of the women would like to know.

[ Two can play the blackmail game! Also hold on, quickly checking info; he had that list saved somewhere and also waypoint markers oh man having a built-in navigation system is so handy.

Oh and then he just starts wandering off in the direction of the nearest bar. ]