[It is too funny, you stick in the mud. Where is the laughter? He's fairly certain some laughing ought to be in order here. But no, there's an ounce of strain in that voice and doesn't that just make him a tad worried. She can't really be-? He imitates her voice as it should be, bright and perky.]

'Oi, good to hear from you, big brother!' [Back to his own voice, the hint of a smile laced underneath.] Dashing to hear from you as well, little sister. 'You're so brilliant and devilishly handsome and most certainly not a git, big brother!' Ah, you flatter me, little sister. It's too true, too true.

[He could go all day here, Gin. Can't get rid of him that easily.]