[A slow nod.] He is. [It's both endearing and frustrating.]

It is what it is, the timing-- [ and the he stops because he's just processed all of what you said.] ....'Take me first?'

[He can guess what that means. It's not exactly subtle. But denial comes pretty easily too.]

[There's a pause followed by a chuff of dry laughter. Not exactly the bit of levity he was expecting. He seizes it and runs, because wow this conversation could be a real downer otherwise.] Well at least you got a peek at a spark like you wanted, right?

[He's not going to admit envy at that: there's already enough solid awkward here to pave over the Junk Pile.]

It's--I understand Vandal. [He's trying to anyway.] I'm not especially busy. ...you want some company?