I'm sorry, was I supposed to tell you that the reason you were here and sporting more wood than a lumberjack earlier was because of my deep-seated and unsated desire for you, instead?

[Because that makes even him feel sort of weird, so he's going to go right along with that change of subject.]

I remember thinking 'gee, this whole time-travel thing is not any less shitty your third time around' right before I threw up into what I'm pretty sure was a wormhole.