There's something about the certainty of her voice that has him nodding along. She's good at it, up until she isn't - not that it's too noticeable when she isn't. Or that the part where she isn't is in any way to blame for how his marker hovers, then pulls back, caught up in his fist as he taps the butt of it to his chin. "Not too obvious?"

Julian's head tilts, looking at his display with his mouth twitched up into a frown. "You may be right. She would think I'd want to be done as soon as possible."

A more polite person would make any of these statements more decipherable to company.