"...well, helping is just...what I'm here for." He said awkwardly. When Skwisgaar returned, he carefully slid the bottles to the corner of his desk, creating a rather handsome spot on the edge of the mahogany.
"I, uh..."
He tried to gather his thoughts before speaking again.
"That's really not necessary." He said. "It's just not the time for all that. We have more important things to worry aboout."