Iggy waits, looking expectant. He isn't actually very good with people in general, so he does wonder if maybe his flirting has overstepped a line. But... no. His grin widens.

I love taller. It happens so rarely.

Iggy watches Wrench very carefully. He's pretty sure he's managed to exasperate the guy with his response, which has him kicking himself. He knows better than to admit his oddities, and this is just further proof of why he shouldn't. He just thought maybe in a place with brain texting it wouldn't be considered a bad thing.

"Sorry," he mumbles aloud.

And, rather than admit he's not really sure about what to do, Iggy nods.

Great! I can pay you, even!