Yes, exactly. I'm glad someone finally put that together -- really, the Heavens weren't ready for us at all at first.

[He feigns a put-upon little sigh, trying to help put her at her ease, and folds his hands.]

I'm sorry to interrupt your reading, but there are a few things I should talk to you about before I let you decide if you'll be interested in working with me. Would you mind a stroll in the garden?

[There's a glint of his own steel showing through his mild-mannered smile.]

I'm afraid it's a little crowded in here.

[And some things -- he's sure she'll hear the subtext -- shouldn't be said in a crowd.]