[That earns an amused snicker despite himself, but he has to admit it isn't too terrible strolling through simulated nature to the cafeteria. The influence of sunlight is palpable; his posture loses an edge of stiffness, shoulders down as he ducks in and ahead.]

What did I say? We aren't friends. [His smile blunts the landing.] You're just my magical tour guide right now. Tall, handsome, could use a hairbrush, likes to talk a whole lot of nothing...

[Horny might be another worthy descriptor, but he keeps it to himself for now. Don't throw stones in glass houses.]