What- You fucker, you gave me both anyway! You piece of shit, okay, what the hell...

[Hank looks, still grinning, down at his watch, opening up - guess who - Connor's inbox. It's not much of a loophole, but if he can keep all this to just Connor he can limit at least the range of any potential embarrassment.]

Fuck, let's see... What kind of embarrassing's okay for a baby in a grown-up's body. You want bad sex stories, wardrobe malfunctions, drugs and blackout shit, copfails, I got it all. What do you wanna know?