No, no. You see, I'm imitating you, which is supposedly the sincerest form of flattery... [a low chuckle] But I suppose you're looking for a more... tactile sort of praise?
You might want to invite me in, then. [he bows his head over the Captain's, grin audible.] Unless you'd rather me get handsy in this precariously public space...
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You might want to invite me in, then. [he bows his head over the Captain's, grin audible.] Unless you'd rather me get handsy in this precariously public space...
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[which is a privilege he doesn't even extend to Friday. namely because she would abuse it, i.e. by asking him to do literally any work, ever.]
... And maybe next time. For the other thing.
[making things worse having reached its peak, he's gone in a blink.]