"...noodley?" Stewart echoed, and oh, how Mr. So Caught Up in the Thought that Someone Might Be Mocking Him a Moment Ago seemed to have no problem at all with lifting a brow and smirking as his eyes drifted pointedly to Arden's arms and lingered in it for a moment.

"But yes," he then finally continued, "that is precisely a gym rat. Of course, even before then, I did often do quite a good deal...of business between my basement and the Basement....the Basement, eff why eye, was the local athletic facility..."

His eyes roamed over Arden again,more thoughtfully. "You hardly seem to be the...performance enhancing type, though."