York settles in at his table pleased as anything to sign whatever he's given. Merch, books, tablets, bits of (safe for work) anatomy offered with a wink and a smile. There's the odd request for a selfie type holophoto or something or other to be taken with him and Emu and that's just fine. He's content making sure the lines run smoothly when he's not at his own spot and keeping indecent requests to a minimum. Mostly. Look his mouth does run and tangents happen but it's not a Q&A so there's not enough time for him to get in trouble, right? right.