[He gives Chilton a good-natured but long-suffering sidelong glance. This was all beside the point.]

I'm not going to report you, Dr. Chilton, to any sort of HR. Cross my heart, and hope to die. [His smile crinkles his eyes, slyly.]

Are you going to write my sigil at home yourself, then? I don't imagine she'd take to it well if I came over. [Casually:] Unless the two of you were still hoping I would join you.