"Yeah, probably." Daniel shrugged, apparently unruffled by the proposition. "I have that effect on people. And if you ask me, his real disability isn't that limp, it's that massive chip on his shoulder. You should've heard him bitch at me for trying to help him down the stairs." He downed another bite of omelet, and another.
"I'll apologize to him later. Not like we'll be able to avoid each other, right?" With breakfast done, he pushed the plate away, drawing his cooling cup of tea closer to him. He gave his host a playful wink. "You seem charming, and hell, I know I am. We'll all be best fucking friends before the end of the month. You'll see."