You'll have to forgive my impeccable timing, then. [This time he does smile, just briefly, stretching again and then immediately slouching to fit better against his side. It's... strange, how well he fits there. Baffling.]

Apologizing at this stage would be insulting to us both, I think, so I won't... However, I hope that with as insistent as you are on tolerating me being in a near-constant disastrous state, you would request of me what I could do to make it easier. It's only fair.