Oh. I guess it's something like that. I had to get notes from them while you were too small to take them.

[He may have implied promises he didn't intend to keep, and stringing them along just enough to keep them complacent seems like better than the alternative, because Robin is a terrible human being.]

None of them are really my type, though. They'll get over it eventually.

[He's not even sure he has a type, as far as romance. He's never really thought about it before.]