"Mostly have to finish up some accounting, but I always thought alcohol just made me better at maths." A unique viewpoint and likely a false one, but whatever. He could deal, he had a calculator. He smirked at Ten briefly, before focusing on the road again.

"Believe me, I'd love to take you to an arcade and show you my amazing pinball talent, but we all don't want to actually get our balls cut off, right?" Still. He felt bad for Ten. Of course he did. "Although, could be that the boss gets busy with some stuff I gotta tell him about numbers." Might distract him from punishing Ten.