Being restless wasn't a good thing in Basil's book. As the old saying always went 'idle hands were the work of the devil' or some such as that. He really needed to get out more. Running a hand through his hair he cursed when the wide leather back got caught in his curls. Rolling his eyes he fought with it, finally freeing it. Sighing he tried it again, this time his hand coming away smoothly.

Shoving his hands back into his pockets he paced back and forth in front of his room. If he was restless that meant that any number of his personalities could come out at any given point in time. Rolling his shoulders he paused, canting his head to the side as he thought he heard something. Shaking his head he turned, only to hear his name, and fell someone on him.

Teetering there for a moment with Nikita, he suddenly saw far too much of the ceiling, then his back hit the floor. It was after a few moments that he realized where his hands were. On her hips. On Nikita's hips.

That wasn't good.

Clearing his throat he moved his hands up, a light tinge coming to his as he shook his loose hair free of his face. "Are you alright?" He raised his brows at her then rolled his eyes as she kept rattling on.

Of course she was fine, she wasn't the one that had landed with their ass on the floor. "Yes I'm Basil!" He threw up his hands and grimaced as he felt the floor bite into his boney shoulder blades. Blinking he tried to piece together whatever else she had said. "I...Nate's giving you a physical?" Surely not. "The man's not been in practice, he can't give you a physical!" He shook his head, "Sounds to me like Nate's not gettin' any an' he wants you to be it." Basil smirked up at Nikita, chuckling and waggling his brows.

It was then that the puppy face look hit him. "Aw, Niki, don't do that." He covered his face in his hands, "I...can't take that look."