Conor:May have a problem.
Eoghan:What kind of problem? Jesus, can’t you fuckers leave me to enjoy my honeymoon in peace?
Conor:What bit you in the ass?
Conor:Wait, you’re on your honeymoon. Guess that was a dumb question.
Conor:Didn’t see you as a bottom.
Eoghan:Leave my ass out of this.
Eoghan:And Inessa.
Eoghan:And what we get up to in bed. Jesus, Conor.
Conor:You’re a prude.
Eoghan:I’m not. I just don’t want to talk about this shit, and you and Declan have been fucking messaging me nonstop.
Conor:What am I supposed to do with my problem?
Eoghan:Send it to one of the others?
Conor:I can’t. Not really. Only you and Finn know this, and I don’t want him to know that I know, even though I’m pretty sure he knows that I know.
Eoghan:Well, that made sense.
Eoghan:What don’t you want Finn to know that you know?
Conor:Ma overheard your conversation.
Eoghan:Which conversation?
Conor:You know when you were telling Finn that you work for MI6 and that Aoife’s the daughter of the president?
Conor:Eoghan?
Eoghan:I’m here. Just trying not to think of ways to kill you from across the pond.
Conor:I’m safe unless you have a strain of Anthrax in your luggage.
Conor:Do you?
Eoghan:Do I what?
Conor:Have a strain of Anthrax with you?
Eoghan:No, they don’t let that kind of thing through TSA.
Conor:Life is so boring nowadays, isn’t it?
Eoghan:Yeah, it’s a real drag. So, Ma overheard the conversation? How did that happen?
Conor:Thought she was making coffee.
Eoghan:And she walked in?
Conor:Yeah.