Oh, there are lots of things I can think of that don't require you walking.

[A grin crosses Diarmuid's face.]

I could get you to agree to letting me braid your hair for one. Or maybe I could get you to agree to starting to wear red and gold so we can confuse your younger self...

[Diarmuid pauses for a moment, frowning.]

You will need to warn him about this. I don't know if or when he will change his fluid out, but he needs to know what to expect.