Daithi, in turn, clasps his hands behind his waist (a habit from Solas). "I'm flattered," he replies.

In other circumstances, he might speak nothing else, then. But he can see Brigham is finding his footing, still, — to speak so casual with the herald of one's faith is rare, after all — and Daithi continues, offering something more simple. "But I believe I am, in fact, the lesser man." He smiles, still. "You're taller than I am."