Oh, he can smell it alright.

He sits staring out of the window, his long fingers drumming briefly on the leather clad armrest.
If only all his problems were as easily solved as this.

They drive a while in silence. Then Eric says, "Well, I have to say I'm a little disappointed, Lafayette. I pegged you as a professional, but clearly, you lack the necessary artistry."

Disappointed, despite having rather enjoyed making the inbreds piss themselves.