He puts his hands on the table, drops his chair level again, and grins.

"It's not all about the reactions, either," he says. "Some. You know who you should talk to? You should talk to Quin. I bet you guys'd get along. Don't tell her you're planning on yanking me off the planet, though; she wouldn't like it at all." He leans forward across the table, glances side-to-side, whispers: "I think she likes me."