[He's not wearing the glasses that help neutralize his enhanced hearing, so the little tiptiptip of those hooves is very distinctive. He glances over at the tiny head, gives it a little smile, not quite a wave, then shifts his look up to Will when he appears.]

Hey. Glad you didn't mean to, since you're not. Just working out a few. Calculations.

[Yes, it's distraction. But it's also something he's needed to get done, and of course he'd made no progress during the week when he'd been wondering why on earth there were graviton-research experiments in his garage.]

C'mon in, almost done. That was cute, your little mini...stag. [He lowers his hand to indicate the height, as if Will wouldn't know what he meant.] How many of those can you do? Or is it just the one?