[He feels extremely small in his chair, folded up like he is, and-- the reality is he is, because he's a four foot something tall lizard guy, but also the world feels so astronomically fucking huge to him right now. Too much space, wanna go home. He smiles crookedly at her anyway.] You'll be the first one I call. Or have Stolas call, because he'll probably still be my secretary. [He'd look hot in a pencil skirt.]

[He somehow becomes even smaller, and laughs.] We're... a lot alike, there. We've talked about a little of it, but we've not... Really figured out what extent of an "us" is safe to try for. [He covers the brooch at his throat with one hand for a moment, and then squirms back upright.] But-- fuck, enough Debbie Downer shit, I did not mean to get so Hell-a-Novela on you.