"How soon is 'soon'?  And no chickening out, Colonel Sanders."  I ask him, maybe a little...rebelliously?  (No.  I'm not technically disobeying anything.)  Saucily?  (No.  Again, not really developing a taste for half-Egyptian half-whatever boys.)  Cattily?  (Oh GOD no.  No.  I refuse to use this one.)  I settle on 'irreverently,' mentally, and wait for his answer.  Okay, no, I don't.  I go on.  "I am getting used to this, but I still don't know a lot about the landscape here, and there's going to be parts of my day that I have to spend doing other stuff, like with your linebacker friend."