Hey, not a baby and not bald, thank you very much.

[ He rubs a hand over the scruff on his jaw to make the point, even if his hair's still shorter than he'd like it. As soon as he notes the way she's catching her breath, he leans against the wall at the top of the stairs, nonchalant and unhurried. ]

And it still counts, right? Same way that being really good at Nintendo counts.

[ Still a skill. Of some kind. ]