[ Matt exhaled with a whoof as his hand and his forearm hit the counter. He looked up, laughing. ]

Let me know if you do start getting tingles.

[ He was about to say something else, possibly about how thoroughly Durant had gotten him, but then, uh. Tentacle. Matt was immediately, deeply, irrevocably distracted. ]

I at least ... haven't been able to get the exact beer I want ...

[ A genteel pause. ]

Sorry, can your arm change shape?