Now see, that wouldn't be awkward. That would just be straight up creepy.

[ Kate collects a towel as they pass them and twists it between her hands. ]

He's like-- I don't know how to explain it and you don't care anyway, but he's a really big deal. I mean, the older version of him in my world is. It's like some combination of your most intimidating uncle and your childhood hero. I can joke about how hot he is and picture arms and pretend they're someone else's but more than that seems wrong.