My dear, however am I supposed to function if you keep stealing all my lines?

[He says it with a dashing grin, though the wily look is somewhat undermined by the colour that touches his cheeks once again, spreads over the bridge of his strident nose. He runs a hand back through russet curls as the half-orc releases him, takes a step back. Laughs quietly.]

By which - of course - I mean, the sentiment is returned. I'll ah, I'll be sure to contact that friend of yours if I have any trouble finding you.