While he moves to stand, he ducks his head and silently mouths the word apricot? He's been called a great many things, but that one is... different. It's cute, actually. He doesn't come across as cute, does he? What an identity crisis.

"All right, then. Better let you get back to your business." He gives her a small smile. One hand slides inside his pocket, resting protectively over the tiny vial inside, while the other lifts just far enough to offer a loose little wave. "I'll see you soon." Once he's said his goodbyes, he takes his leave before he thinks up four dozen more questions.