Popp wipes the rest of the general goop accumulation off his face with his sleeve. At least he's not using Themis's? While he has a handkerchief on him somewhere, he's still loopy from the psychic wave and he doesn't want to let go long enough to work out where his pockets are.

"Well, you're really kind - you're always doing everything you can to help people out and keep us safe. Sure, you do have ten thousand years of mystical knowledge, but right now you're just holding me close - my mom could do that, and she doesn't have any titles."

Talking about, or to, or with the people he cares about is also relaxing. Dangerously so, maybe, this is not a comparison Popp would normally make, because he does have some capacity for being embarrassed.