When he asks me to be more specific about the obvious.
"Henry, where are my keys?" I have two keys: house and car. They’re bound together in holy matrimony by the power of one keychain.
"The keys to….?"
"The titanium vault where we keep all the Nazi bodies and velvet satchels of rubies. The car, you fucking asshole."
When he’s vague when the question warrants specifics.
"What are you making?"
"But what is it?"