He cleared his throat before nodding. "Certainly." That came out wrong. "That...is to say, I can see that."

He sat back, leaning against the corner of his desk and crossing his arms. "Enough of this awkward beating about the bush, yes? Whatever you hide beneath that glove, it can't be as hideous as that beast tromping about our garden, and I tolerate it just fine. There's no call for self-consciousness."