[Lawrence hums vaguely in agreement.]

I do suspect it wasn’t a thing they could pull out at home on the missus or mister. A lotta lip biters. But I do like to indulge folk, when I can.

[He watches Steve move forward; drop to his knees. He reaches out two fingers to lightly stroke the edge of Steve’s hairline, as if to smooth the strands more securely into place (although this is unnecessary).]

I am startin’ to get an inkling. An’ it surely makes for a pretty picture from where I’m sittin’.