Believe it or not, for what it's worth, that little detail alone quells the creepies. Lorne sighs, crossing the one long leg over the other at the knee, very much not fiddling with his things hanging over the armrest.

"Right." He nods, the once, because that's the sort of thing you do in this kinda context. "You'll forgive me if heart-to-hearts isn't really my thing, won't you?"