[ God, no. He doesn't want the list. There's intel and there's the potential for getting weirdly personal, and he would much rather avoid the latter. Brad gives a small shake of his head; if you want to sleep out in the stables or whatever, that's your business.

He is making himself at home, though, yeah. At the remark he stretches out further, letting himself really sink into the seating. ]

Why not? They invited us in. Kind of stupid not to take advantage of it. [ A beat. ] Hey, they might see it as offensive, too. Double the reason to enjoy it.