And that's ... yeah, that's a good sort of look, the kind he's answered any number of times before with full enthusiasm. And he's tempted to do the same here, maybe. If.

(There's. There's something, nagging at the back of his mind, some memory he can't quite bring into focus. A dream he had, years ago, something to do with Max.)

"Not saying no to that," he says slowly, "just ..."