"Of course, m'darling," he slung an arm around her shoulder, miming a cigar in his other hand. His accent slipped a bit and then grew thicker as he struggled to maintain it. "Hmm... well, as ben chan 'r deulu," and with the addition of Welsh to the conversation, the accent he gave up the ghost and settled back into his warm Yorkish tone. "I dub you a breintiedig chyfeillacha."