"Oh, I'd love that!" Son. Rein it in. He pauses, then adds, "You know, not to sound like a dork or anything." He puts the helmet back where it came from, glad to be rid of it, and runs a hand through his hair in an attempt to tame it which does pretty much nothing except get more static electricity in it. Oh well. "I'll call you, then. Thank you, it was nice to look around."