[Oh wow. This guy is all sorts of awkward. Okay, time to employ a tactic she saves for only the worst cases. Gently rubbing her temple with a hand, she looks up at him and casually tries to signal him closer.]
Yarne, come down to Smee height for a second. Promise I won't hit you.
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Yarne, come down to Smee height for a second. Promise I won't hit you.
[Because that is so reassuring, I'm sure.]