[ For a moment, Matt's brows climb again, puzzled. ] In the sense of--

[ Then: realization. He laughs. ]

Oh my God. [ One-handed, he unloops the knot of his tie and casts the thing down, ultra-normative Christmas cheer and all. Flicks open the top button of his shirt and shoots Daniel a lopsided smile. ] Well, it's not a competition, is it? More of a collaboration. Or a conversation. Pas-de-deux or trois ...

[ Matt takes one last drink from his glass, draining it. He offers it to Daniel. ]

If you don't mind sharing germs.