Dan just laughs, pushes against his shoulder.

"Never?" he echoes, doing much the same with his own boots. "I'd say we should fix that, but I can't say I like them much myself. Too easy to feel out of control, which isn't something I sought out." No, all his vices had been on subduing the chaos. "I don't mind things that spin as much. It's the drops that get me."

He has a faint idea of where they might be going, and in a strange looping way, it's the shine that insists he pay no attention to the shine.