It's times like these Dave wishes his name were cooler. Merlin, Balthazar, Maximus...

Dave.

Pfft.

He swallows, mouth suddenly very dry. "David Stutler," he says, settling his gaze on something unidentifiable in a jar. His stomach flips again, and then he looks at the floor. "You can call me Dave. And—yeah, what Horv—"

Dave presses his lips together, corrects himself. "What he said. Sitting sounds like a good idea."