"Sorry. Mum's the word." He's sincere about that. His days of blabbing are done.

"Hey now, that's Commander Space Cowboy, thank you," he tips his finger against his head in a sloppy salute and laugh-sighs. His tone is sobered when he goes on. "But, yeah. I can. I got a lot of practice doing that in Whitestone. Turned over a new leaf on a lot of things."

That devilish little grin of his creeps back, "Think I'd make a good cowboy-cowboy?"