[Tate's interest is waning during this brief silence and it's just before he starts looking away to zone out of this conversation that Michael pulls him back in. His head cants to the side and his gaze focuses on Michael, scrutinizing him to see if he's telling a lie but ultimately not being able to call bullshit outright. Well, he could, but instead:]
No shit. This from the porter or something you were born with?
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No shit. This from the porter or something you were born with?