[ kaiser's tall in a relative sense, but not tall enough that he finds any particular inconvenience in it — or so he had thought, until he noticed just how much he can spread out on this sofa without any of his limbs spilling over the edges. he yawns, more reflexively than because he's actually tired, blinking sluggishly a few times before riddle comes and sits down next to him. ]

... That's because I'm exceptional, after all. Not many people can manage what I can.

[ read as: not many people have the bank account that he does? but putting that aside, kaiser reaches up, patting riddle on the head lightly before letting his hand settle briefly at the crown of his head — just for a few moments, before letting it slide off. ]

But, my god, you're going to make it hard for me to do better next year. [ unless riddle has a hot date (actual, unambiguous) next year?! hmph... ]