"Ok- no dude. There's a bro code. I don't know much but I know that personal time is, you know, personal, and I'm not gonna be anywhere near your neural lace when you're doing that." There's a brief shudder that may or may not be mortification or revulsion or-

Whatever doesn't matter MOVING ON.

"Tell me to retire and I'll just curl up in my chip and play Sudoku or something."