Kimblee recognizes the statement, of course; it is incredibly familiar, and it seems to actually calm him down quite a bit - not the odd, dissonant calm that he was displaying just moments ago, but something genuinely relaxed.

"Of course, Archer."

He keeps his grip on Archer's hand, though it's partially to keep himself from shocking him again; he reaches out with his free hand, running his fingertips gently through Archer's hair, tousling it a bit before repeating the light stroking motion again. It's something he normally avoids in public, but he's reasonably confident that there's no one around.

"As I've said before, you've been good to me."