"Yeah, yeah. I'll clean your stuff. Whatever you want." It occurred to Robbie that the great tragedy of Querl's life was how he would actually be good at playful back-and-forth, if he was only willing to dumb down his word choice. He's got a few extra syllables and too much detail, but the attitude and rubber face are perfect.

But Robbie remembered their first conversation, when Brainy was fixing his hardware. This was as good as it was going to get, unless they started shaving the guy's hair to make room for more inhibitors. That'd be a shame, forcing the bald green alien stereotype on him like that.

Besides... in a way, Querl's showing him how to shore up his lines for the next time he uses them.

"Oh, you're gonna be the worst wingman." Despite the apparent disappointment in his voice, Robbie slung an arm around Brainy's shoulders companionably and began to steer him down the hall. It's a good thing he has no interest in a wingman, because this would be as big a disaster as trying to get attention next to Rich and Vance. "Where's your quarters? You're not wearing that."