I'd tell Alex to do it herself if she played for your team. *considers* Oh, what the Mandos, it'd be a parting gift. Except not because his friends don't die.
*almost placidly, smiling* It agrees with me. Agrees with her too so far as I can tell. *leans in* Okay so at first I think she's totally stringing me along-- you would not believe this dinner this one night-- but then it turns out she's playing her own game. *satisfied and confident* Hot, let me tell you.