That...well that's sort of...since it was a virus it's not like reality could stop it anyway...[if Klavier could rub his chin thoughtfully he would, he has to settle for giving him a thoughtful expression]...Well if I can't have you here then shouldn't I have you anyway I want in my fantasy? But that virus was posting our thoughts so it's not quite as good in my head as it might have been seeing it in action.