[He makes a gesture, hand lifting as though telling Ryan that it should be obvious. Isn't it?]

We're catching up. You're telling me exactly what you've been doing, and I'm deciding what I'm going to do about it. [there's only a beat before he suddenly looks down and reaches into his pocket.] Mind if I smoke?

[either way he's lighting that cigarette. Sorry, Ryan, your room's going to stink of tobacco.]

We're still working out the kinks, though. First you have to be honest with me. Or I can just figure out just how much you're going to regret not doing that.