Trying to make his faux pas into a more smooth motion, Terrence simply folds his hands in front of himself, continuing to smile warmly.

"Certainly can't blame you for that," he concedes. Really he was only half serious, but it was the thought of the offer, right? "If you can think of anything that might help the rest of the nights, do let me know! I'm personally a fan of ASMR, myself. Have quite the collection if you're interested!"

It's some of that weird shit, too, like the personalized ones you can only get from being someone's Patreon donor and junk. He's rich, it's whatevs.