[ She's not really apparently paying that much attention to him, so she'll probably miss the hitch in his movement her statement provokes. Then again, it happens pretty much every time she says that, so she's probably to some extent aware that it happened anyway even if she didn't actually see it this time. But he smoothly continues on - gotta keep talking, gotta keep moving, because otherwise he's gotta actually handle this to some degree, and he's not as good with that as he is with whatever it is that he counts all of this as being instead. ]

Of course you do. Me too. To you, I mean. And obviously to me too, I definitely love me some me. Let's see how you're doing - [ and wow yup definitely gonna keep talking, and not about how that water is turning an interesting shade he would call 'grunge pink'. Maybe. ] - I can go that, I mean, I can stay here or whatever. We already had this conversation, I know. Here's that washcloth I promised. Maybe Seattle Champagne. That's a good name. Consonance and all.