"Oh, I know," Byerly replies, with a dismissive roll of the eye. "No one here seems to understand subtlety." Not that he's giving much of the impression that he does himself. "I assure you, were I to have mastered hammerspace, I'd have put it to much more innovative and sophisticated uses."

He wonders, with hidden amusement, if she'll assume he means the drugs he previously inferred he has. He doesn't actually have any, though he assumes he'd be able to find and purchase them easily, but his seventeen-year-old self would have and that's who he's trying to channel for this jaunt, if even more obnoxiously flamboyant (flamboyantly obnoxious?) because if you finally had a chance to relieve your adolescence in a setting that wasn't military preparatory academy, why not take advantage of it?