"Things are..." Cyrus hunts for a word that both encompasses all of it, and isn't completely honest. He takes a drink while he thinks, and that's part of the answer, too, actually-- it's a long sip, a gulp he needs rather than one he enjoys.

"...hectic," is what he decides on, because he can say that with a rueful grin that takes any real bite out of it. "But, what else is new, right?" He shakes his head-- "I don't know how you do it. You Escorts, I mean. Just-- being around them. All day." A grimace, that's not totally serious, but also kind of serious. "They are a really unique kind of exhausting."

It is, in its way, intended as a compliment.