"If ye start channeling his anal-retentiveness I may just run away, I feel I should warn ye now," he joked. He liked Scott well enough, certainly he respected him, there was just something rigid about him that drove Andrew a little crazy. Which was amusing, considering Andrew had once been part of the military, a group not exactly known for their leisurely attitude (at least not on duty).
When Kitty rose to stand in front of him he couldn't resist the urge to reach out and rub off the grease on her nose, more as an excuse to touch her than any dislike for dirt. "Aye, I think I can wait that long."