"If "kwan" means a stepping stool, you've done a good job." He swiped his hands together and shook his head at her, eyes sweeping over the room -- they were done, fairly quickly, at least, moreso than he'd expected, and it made Ever hum. Satisfied. Maybe he, at least, should pair up with her more often.
"That's your choice, though. You can be a tool, or you can put yourself forward a bit." As he said it, though, he eased away to grab his coat and sweep it on over his shoulders. scarf tossed loosely and carelessly around his neck. "If you're happy, so be it."