[Ohhh, Dr. Phil. Dean will never tire of your professorly antics. He accepts the patronizing, unamused stare as little more than a by-product of a personality with less humor than his own. I.e, being British.]
Eh. Coulda been more exciting, but beggars can't be choosers.
[He picks up the guitar, perching on the corner of Philip's bed and fiddling with the frets.]
You're startin' too complicated - dude, believe me, I know. I wanted to jump right into Freebird, but Lynyrd Skynyrd is still way above my paygrade.
You love me. *eyebrow waggle*
Eh. Coulda been more exciting, but beggars can't be choosers.
[He picks up the guitar, perching on the corner of Philip's bed and fiddling with the frets.]
You're startin' too complicated - dude, believe me, I know. I wanted to jump right into Freebird, but Lynyrd Skynyrd is still way above my paygrade.