I'd've 'ad to 'old off Fake You and Real You both if I'd just charged in. I 'ad to come at it sideways. Got under 'is guard being part of you.

[There's an echo of it in the brief contact, too; not from inside this time, but Iris-normal contact, brushed affectionately against the bounds of his private self.]

I couldn't've pulled that off with a baseline human. Your brain's a lot like mine, you know. It's nice.