[ South flinches sympathetically, and the hands on Ducky's waist give this little instinctive squeeze of something like reassurance. ]

Shiiiit. What an ass. Sorry, Ducky.

[ There's genuine sympathy there, expressed in South's way. Okay, probably don't want to linger on the bitter details of that. ]

Been a long time then. Okay, being real straightforward: do you know anything you straight up do not want to do, here?