"Then you're wrong," Casper returns dryly and pointedly turns back to his book. Apparently, he's not impressed with Casey's talents or with the quick dismissal of his answer. If he hadn't wanted Casper's opinion, whatever it might be, then why the fuck had he asked for it? Would he have preferred something more elaborate but full of idle guesses and bullshit? Whatever. He reaches for his iPod, about to turn the music back on.