You better start calling me that in public.

[ By flicks those crumbs down to Whiskey, who - well, the metaphor to be used in modern times would be vacuums them up, but of course there are no vacuums. Acts upon them like a Rift across the Veil, perhaps. Anyway, they disappear with a swiftness. ]

But - I like it - [ A smile - ] But I also want to think of you how you think of you. Only a little more swooningly, because I think you underestimate your swoonworthiness.