I would let Seeker Pentaghast kill me. Or not-quite-kill me, and give you what was left. [ He flashes a grin, pleased enough to be petted. ] I really am fine. I wasn't--

[ A pause to keep Lucci from yanking his laces clear out. ]

I'm only jealous. It's like being the last one to start shaving. [ Or is that a bad simile to provide to an elf? ] It's not about wanting stubble.