*gives a theatrical shudder* Exciting is a relative concept. Sorta like when they crash into your front door.
*sits up a little straighter, maybe a little closer to you on the edge of his chair (it's been so long since he met someone this cuteflirty new it's hard not to)* Ah, self defense. *squares his shoulders* You gotta be centred, right. You lose your feet, you'll fall right over. *seems not to notice the incongruity of talking about balance as he sips from a fresh glass (hmm, too much lime in this one)*