"Oh, we'll turn that attitude around yet, just wait. You'll be leading the conga line." He grins.
His hand snakes into the mess of hair on his head, scratching. "Well, I mean...I'm sure that we can...I don't...no, I don't think he has. Not that we've talked a lot, mind, but there wasn't anyone with him, and I think that would have come up..."
He shakes his head, "Well, no more worries there! You can run into me all you'd like! If you'd like, I mean."