"I'm not insulting you, I'm complimenting me," he says, singsong, brushing past Kelly with a hop and a skip and a (definitely as irritating as possible) little hum to go with it. "Just remember, eyes up here and all that."

He ducks back through the bathroom door just ahead and promptly seats himself cross-legged on the edge of the bathroom sink, his staff laid across his lap - mostly because that seems like the easiest place for him to sit. "Now can we get this over with? I know you're super eager and all, but I got places to be."