[The problem with wearing a helmet nobody can see through is that he's not so used to hiding his facial expressions unless he thinks about it deliberately. So there's concern, and then skepticism, a hint of upset, and guilty resignation. He needs a distraction. He needs his glaive.]

I could teach you some terrible drinking games. Beer pong, my man. We could set up a beer pong tournament. Oh man, why didn't I think of that when I got glow in the dark balls?? It's perfect. Or I could sing you a couple tunes? I mean, listen, if Stand By Me can cross the boundaries of time and space, who knows what else we might both recognize.