Modest? [he echoes the word incredulously, almost laughing.] I-it's not that, it's just... [the threshold, huh?

he scratches at his cheek, lingering in place a beat before carefully pacing over toward the bed with the bag over his shoulder.]

Well...like...like baseball. [he offers a wincing smile.] It'll make sense when you see it, but...nobody gets any points just for making it across one or two bases. You have to clear them all to score. And a trip up and down some stairs isn't much of a base run.