"No," he said, narrowing his eyes for a moment, "I can't imagine there would be. But then again..." He frowned suddenly (he feigned it again, but he's feeling more sure on his feet now, more convincing) and waved his hand. "No, no. Never mind. It's not important. I've been so impolite, I've neglected to ask how you are. But then again, why bother? I'm sure I'm going to get a noncommittal fine or perfect or none of your business. Am I right?"