"Well," he says, taking a deep breath and starting to regain his composure. "Suppose I can't judge. Couldn't do your accent for shit, I'm pretty sure," he says, heading over to his stereo to put on some music. He looks at what's already in the player, decides that's good enough and puts it on, before heading back to the couch. He doesn't bother walking around the table, just carefully steps over Daniel's legs. Then promptly trips a little bit. Right, bad idea. So much for composure.