[He eyes those cigarettes, wondering if he should say something. He opts not for now, if just because of what Mav says. It's never so simple.]

Ay... There's no leashing that boy. Not for anything, trust me, I have tried.

[It says something, a few somethings, that he doesn't even have to ask who Maverick means.]

He really does mean well but he'd throw me to the wolves while thinking maybe a pack of dogs would make me happy. I can't tell you how many times I've told him to drop it and leave Imelda alone. Never mind how he throws himself into danger. [Or nearly outs him as dead. Or nearly outs himself as dead.]