[He just snickers, something playful and teasing and all the things they haven't been for what feels like forever.]

I think I get into a pre-tty fair amount of death missions all on my own, thanks. And he looks fantastic, thank you very much. That suit is all he knows how to wear! Besides--

[Something in him catches up, some strike of fear through the connection, and his shoulders go rigid until he sits back and forces them to drop.]

He has his own problems too. Not perfect just because he's some, uh, psuedo-god.

[Taako crosses his arms, sinking back into the chair. Damn. Holding himself back is harder than it's ever been.]