Wyatt very nearly rolls his eyes at the thought of acquiring friggin' spurs. It's all in good fun, and heck, it's just talk.

But he slides his fingers into his back pockets instead, and looks on over with a casual shrug that utterly clashes with the cat-who-got-the-cream look in his eyes.

"Oh, I don't know," he says. "I've always thought breathing is vastly overrated."