For me? [He says, like the answer isn't 100% "yes." Look nice for him, that's a great idea... He reaches over to pinch Jacob's ratty coat sleeve between two fingers.] You're better off putting this thing out of its misery regardless, if that's what you mean.

[Even for his usual biting remarks - which are in good fun and so not always so biting anyway - that one comes out entirely too soft. He's... what, excited? For Jacob to come see his office and to probably laugh at him when he hands him some insane American liquor? That's ridiculous.

But he's looking forward to it now, and that means something. He looks back up at the sky again, at the colors swiftly darkening into dusky blues and purples.] In a few days, so I can stop by and pick up my book first.