...Please. Don't hold off.

[That's small, quiet...and ultimately almost vulnerable. But there's a tremble that accompanies it that he would never normally let the undead detective see otherwise.]

...And...yes. It is, though it's extremely...extremely slow.

[He gives a small, mirthless laugh as he shifts his eyes towards the ceiling again.]

I suppose...I'll have to cancel my trip for january. Ah, well. ...These things happen.