I love your limp wrists, [ protectively, ] and I trust your hands, [ to actually begin to answer the question, ] and I am able to go places and talk to people. I haven’t had to kill any of them yet. That’s nice.

[ The number one reason he hasn’t changed divisions since abandoning the hapless tradesman act. Having an excuse to regularly go upstairs and flirt over paperwork is only fourth or fifth. ]

Even being chained to that stupid desk is not so bad now, since Alexandrie is there.