Laszlo tilts his head as he listens. He doesn't quite connect with it, but he doesn't really connect with most things and people. But for some of them, he tries. He thinks he can understand what Armani's trying to tell him, and so he nods.

"It's fine," he says slowly, but he already knows it's insufficient. Laszlo exhales in a little huff as he recites several different responses in his head. "You're— you're perfect."