"Nooot really," he says, sprawling back in the chair after finishing off another huge hunk of cake. "I get around. However, I woulda told you if I was actually leavin' for good and I'm insulted that you'd actually think otherwise."

He sticks his lip out in what is unmistakeably a pout. See what you did, Murphy? You made the beat-up archangel pout at you.