[Oho, Jacob knows his move all too well. It's off-putting, being on the receiving end. He isn't all that keen on the process of re-locating it, so the arm goes lax. He raised his other hand in mock defeat.

But Gods, he let yard in Scotland go. He just can't now.] Why came me? I came me... to your headquarters to see if you were as boring as I'd thought. You've exceeded expectations, congratulations.

[He'd give him a celebratory pat, but he'll settle for wiggling his fingers.] How old are you?