[...Well. He'll join him, then; he doesn't seem terribly awkward about the action itself, though he's closer to the edge of the bed than usual, and while he crosses his legs idly at the knee like he usually do, he's not as relaxed as he usually is - he wants to be able to get up quickly if this ends up going south in a hurry, really.]

...You owe me a favor, you know. I don't know if you remember, it was weeks ago. But I traded you some things and we agreed you would owe me a favor later in exchange for it.

Is that still good?