I know you can, darling, but isn't this more fun?

[Like hell he can still walk. Shamble around and bump into walls, maybe. They go up the stairs slowly, Polnareff rubbing one hand over his back. A beat, and he grins.]

Remember the first time we met? I got stuck to you, and we had to climb the stairs? Shame we weren't together then, those twelve hours would've been way easier.