He won't? [Genuine confusion in his voice, expression too. Takeshi's smart and it seems like an obvious enough gesture, but - he purses his mouth.] Or it won't be good enough, you mean.

[Then that won't do. Takeshi deserves the best. He makes up his mind right there, that yes, he's going to, and though that's not what he says he may as well. Someone as familiar with his body language as she is probably knows what that sudden determination means. New task to take care of.]

I'll try.

[He picks up her hand and puts it in both of his, rubs smoothing motions with his thumbs. Briefly casts a glance out to the hallway before looking down at their hands.]

I like being what he - [sigh, and another glance toward the door, like he has to make sure they're not being listened to] - why the hell does the name matter so much.