I know. Sorry. [runs his hand through his hair, which just gets messier.] I'm just nervous suddenly at the idea that after all of this, you won't be able to stay after all. I mean, I could live with just visiting you on Earth as often as possible, but...

[He'll finish off the wine in the glass, and then get to his feet.] I guess I need to make a decent impression. No stuffy clothes, right?