[ He gives a little gasp, and his head drops. Sweat beads on his forehead. He laughs, suddenly, incongruously, and groans out - ]

The charming York. Handsome Kaidan. Haven't - haven't you noticed how handsome he is? My word. Those cheekbones, those hands - so blunt-fingered, so charming, so marvelous -

[ The little bit of him that's still aware tries to force himself down a path of unrelated chatter. It's not easy to do consciously, but once he's gotten onto that path it's not hard to think of more to say. ]