No. To think he's cute. [Bold of Jill to assume he has friends.]

[Either way, he's happy not to explain anything. It's refreshing. What isn't is her next remark, which kind of makes him blanche. Two different kinds of relationships, Jill...two very different kinds of relationships...]

Don't put it like that. [see if he voluntarily shares anything about his regular life ever again] And if you're so sure, how'd your little daydream get sent up my way? If you wanted to see him, you could just ask.