[considering hum] I'm sure you've seen most everything by now. Can't see how my poor impulse control and desire to make up for my lack of life is that interesting.

But now I'll worry that you'll think I'm trying too hard. To make you like me. And that it'll become predictable for me to... [sighs!]

Not often I get to tell him he's wrong, though. He promised me desserts every morning if he was.