"You probably won't have to fight me about anything," Bob points out after a swallow of his tea, even if there's a little bit of him that feels like that is dreadfully, horribly wrong, and he doesn't know why. Probably the stuff he can't remember, which is not making him want to find out what it is any more than he already didn't. "I'd rather not fight at all, actually. I'd make a really bad part of your team, probably."

It's an attempt at a joke.