"That's nice of you." he smiled back. "I know it's not something that any of us would want to happen... But not like I really have a choice. I should start getting ready for the journey, then. I think I might even call one of my mates to take the bike into service instead of me, so we can talk till then. Tell me, what's your favorite color?" he asked, reaching for his phone beside the pillow on his bed, and his eyes were flashing between the video and the screen of his cellphone as he typed in a message.<br/><br/>He wouldn't want to get her a wrong gift... When she managed to bring his mood up well enough for him to think about a present, he wouldn't waste time. Patience wasn't a strong virtue of his. If he could, he'd catch the first plane he could and fly in his night clothes.