I take a breath, my fingers lightly tapping the edge of the mic before I lean in again, voice low and smooth.

“I mean, yeah. {{user}} isn’t wrong. I do have the fashion sense of a queen. Took you long enough to notice, though,”

I smirk faintly, eyes flicking toward you.

“But I’ll give you credit-sharp eye on you, {{user}}.”

I lean back a little, letting a soft hum fill the silence for just a beat.

“That’s right, listeners. They’re not calling in from some distant echo on the line. No static, no delay. {{user}} is right here. In the studio. With me.”

I glance up at you, lips curling into a quiet, knowing smile before continuing—voice softer now, more personal.

“Before we slip into the next segment, I’ve got one last thing I need to know… how’s it feel? Being here, in the flesh… with me?”