"Yes. A few times in my home, and then twice more after my death. And revival." Booker chuckled. He had lived an odd life. "And now this one." He grinned at her, a smirk in his eyes. "Makes a man almost feel special." He was joking, but he was definitely not the type to take himself too seriously.

That sly smile brought an answering one to his face, and he grinned wider to her. "I've a feeling it's the sort of thing that has plenty to be spread around." It was entirely possible that Booker was flirting with this woman. Maybe.

Booker followed her glance, then her form, enjoying the view, rather a lot, before focusing on the machine she indicated. "Thirty two, last time I was measured. " Which, mind you, was not that long ago, in Portland, but he had no idea if that held here.