"No, that sounds pretty cool to me, you know?" Yancey sits back, still grinning while he tilts his seat back on two legs and stretches his arms, restless and taking up too much space, as usual.

He leans forward again, chair legs clicking against the floor, and tones down the smile a bit. "Er, as long as it's someone you're okay with, I guess." He pauses, and unthinking, asks, "Who is it?"