For what? Allowing you the privilege of hauling me across this crystal wasteland? Yeah, no probs. I hate walking anyway.

[He knows what Temple means, but he slips the book into his bag again and rests back in Temple's arms. It's more comfortable like this and he can continue to pretend like his limbs are aching and numb this way.

Even if all that furious writing he did earlier probably blew his cover.

Meh whatever.]

So what's this "Red and Blues" thing you mentioned earlier? You some kind of color-coordinator?