*raises his eyebrows (did you seriously just go there? you?)* *dryly, amused* Har-har. But if I had a dollar from everyone who's ever wished they'd listened to me, I could've retired at age twelve.
*shrugs a bit and idly scrubs a hand through his hair, knowing it's likely doing even more insane things than usual* Offer's there, anyway. *taps his fingers lightly on his coffee cup, wondering again what could have driven you to drink like that in the first place (as good as I was yesterday), but figures he'll let it lie for now*
*isn't surprised by your question when it comes, either* *slow nod* Yes. He was there. *starting with what may be the least horrifying worrisome development of the evening* Ah. You asked him to be your agent.