He ignores Neil, and waves his hand in an exaggerated motion. "This is an area of discretion, correct? As much as a tent with a flap for a door can be...." He trails off, a moment of dismay, then continues. "So let's be discrete and practice blatancy, shall we? It will be fun."

He says this with all the enthusiasm of a dead man, and makes the number go up to six in a moment more.