"But I like your chair." A beat, and his voice is as much a tease and joke as it is anything else. "It's comfy."

There's a skip somewhere in his thoughts at the start of that remark, though it's all under-surface and doesn't show on the outside at all around the schooled, squinted-eyed suspicion in his eyes. He pushes it aside, though, and tilts his head the barest hint downward to level her with a look, all the more pointed for it. "Are you sure? It's getting crowded, if you ask me."