[Very intense, huh? Markus laughs again, not quite abashed but obviously quite aware of that particular quality of his. His beer bottle hangs loosely in the loop of his index finger and thumb, his legs just as loosely from the tall stool, and there's still that indelible energy humming all around him; his expression has relaxed, though, and his head tilts slightly to one side as he listens to Simon's explanation.]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but - that makes it sound like you've been watching me as much as I've been watching you. How much sooner could I have gotten around to this, anyway?