Rhys, you flatter yourself! I wouldn't do it now, you silly goose. [He flaps his hand, as if to say "don't worry about it!".]

I mean, I'll take your pinky at some point. Though I also have half the mind to get into your office when you aren't there and make it seem like your nice computer, well, jumped off the table?

[He opens his eyes, smile almost painted on.]

I'm sure that will cover the bill quite nicely.