[If Oscar is asking that, he's half-way to accepting the answer, in Paul's estimation. He shrugs fluidly, jiggling the fern in the crook of his arm as he does so, with a contained, but warm, slight smile.]

You're the only person I know with the experience you have. Maybe I ask you about things more often.

[He came here expecting to defend against an enemy, but what better defense could there be than transforming the relationship between them to cooperation? All he has to do is accept a hand being offered, and he can surely still remember how to do that.]

I can't always promise I'll follow it, but I'll listen.