Pasha, you wound me.

[And it might be more convincing if he didn't say it around the shape of a grin.]

But if that's the worst my influence has had on you, you should consider yourself lucky.

[And its self-depreciating, yes, but he says it with a bump of his bony hip against her, and his tone is light, all tease.]

Now how much further is it, anyway? I'm ready to get good and drunk. Maybe if I drink enough, something about this situation might just begin to make sense.