His instinctual reaction to that question is to bristle, to just walk away. But where can he even go? There's no office here to retreat back to. He doesn't have the authority to have this guy dragged away or the even the guards to call to do it. Hell, the little shit isn't even scared of him.

"I don't know. There's got to be a babe or two I met at that hot tub orgy still alive. They can't all have dropped dead from cocaine addictions," he says flippantly, deciding instead to deflect with some good old bluster.