Would you please? She'll start to get annoyed with me if I keep coming back to her over and over.

[All right, so he's sort of teasing, because he's going to keep asking anyway as things come to mind. Viveca already knows it's in his nature to do so - she was happy to point out, in fact, just how much she knows about him.

Poor Clara looks uncomfortable staring up at him like that, and he has nowhere he needs to be, so he pulls his hands away from hers so he can sit himself down and lean back on his palms. Like this, he's only just shorter than she is.]

And if she answers, let me know what she says.