[ Midnight grin is sunny, as though he's perfectly dry and he's been paid a fine compliment. (He has!) ]

I like myself as well, for all my quirks and incongruencies. You've fine taste in people, I daresay.

[ Midnight wrings out his hair, more to give his hands something to do than any real concern about his current level of saturation. (Although he is a bit worried for his new friend... He resolves to turn the conversation toward finding some towels before long.) ]

How do you propose I encounter myself more safely? I'm not opposed to the concept, but I'm afraid I've not much imagination in that regard.

[ ... Or any regard, but this is probably honest enough. ]