Good? Me? [There's a very nervous, very fluttery laugh. It isn't helped by the fact that he once again glances toward Wolfwood's chest. Not intentional or anything, it just keeps happening.] I'm great! Why wouldn't I be. In fact I'm so great and energized, maybe I'll go for a run! I'm sure you still need rest so don't worry about me -

[He is absolutely beelining toward the front door. The snow will save him from his gay panic, surely.]