*again, notices the aborted tapping* *is struck by the sudden notion that, while your rhythms run in four-counts and his own spin to new ephemeris seconds, it all comes down to order in the end* *lopsided grin* Between the two of us, we might be a Buzz Off nightmare.
overboard with the formality
*acknowledgingly* I'll admit, that's probably partly my fault. Call me old-fashioned. *shifts forward a little in his seat* I do have to wonder, though... is it as obvious to you that your House likes you, too? *quirks a tiny smile (he's still teasing, but he does have a point to make)* No one puts up with your slavedriving because they have to, you know.