[There is a moment of nerves when Paul says that. Like his heart can't quite beat and it's on the verge of tottering over some precipice. Then his shoulders relax at the tone and the laugh at his own (stupid) joke rings nicely in his ears.
He leans back, looking down at the party over a slider shoulder.]
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He leans back, looking down at the party over a slider shoulder.]
I don't think you'll be able to do that.