Oh, I wasn't going to do anything.

[Debatable. Especially given that his creepiest smile is back on his face again.]

I really don't think you have any way of making me leave, though.

[He sits on the kitchen table rather than just taking a seat, though that's more because he doesn't know if pulling a chair is something he's capable of doing yet. He'd rather not try it and then look stupid. It'd ruin the mood.]