"You've no idea," Andrew informs him. "I'm bloody brilliant, I am." And so modest, too!

He considers standing for a moment, then wisely decides against it and scoots his way over instead, climbing on with an awkwardness that makes him feel self conscious. It can't be helped, though; his limbs hardly want to obey him even now. Scooting his way to the middle of Edgar's palm, he swallows his pride and lies down to optimize his stability. "Beam me up, Scotty!"