[ He's not serious - or he's too good at sarcasm. As someone who is too good at sarcasm, Tim doesn't want to swing for another hit with a catty jest. Better to be just as cheshire, but nice. ]

Don't worry, I'll give you three compliments later to build you back up.

[ His eyes are focused behind Samil and up, where the wall meets the ceiling. The ceilings are high for the time the original was built, about nine and a half feet. Sure, he can't reach it with his feet on the ground, but who said anything about that? ]

What makes you think there's anything in this room I can't reach?