Well, if my shop ever makes it here, I will need someone to run errands for me, because I will not leave it.

(literally. if it's up to him, he's not moving. of course, when she gives him such a bright smile, he can't help but replicate with one of his own. he finally returns to the pipe, coming closer to the window as to not let much smoke reach her.)

We can strike a deal. I can continue to help and listen, and you help me around. What do you think?