Wyatt will readily admit to himself, while letting the back of his head thud dully into the ground, that What if some twerp walks in on us before I get some sort of positive response? was the furthest from his mind.

If timing were a tangible concept, he'd strangle it.

He'll just have to settle for a sigh, and a peck to Glitch's cheek. "Go on. Her Majesty needs you, Her Majesty needs you." He can't compete with that.