I have no idea of what you're talking about.

[All innocence, as he steers her to the sofa.]

I have no plans. All I want is for you to sit on this sofa, just here-- [--which he says as he turns, sweeping her along with him--here, on the sofa, which he's flopping down on, come along, Allison--] --and let the row-bots get on with their work.

If you think that's a plan, well, then, I s'ppose I'm guilty. But it's not a plan. At all.