Rincewind looks as if he's going to be ill. "No," he manages in a shaky voice. "But I'm sure you'll tell me." He peers around, as if suspects lurkers to be lurking. He leans toward Xellos and asks in a whisper: "Are they auditors, the clipboard men?"
Rincewind gazes forlornly at his hat. Then he sets his mouth in a determined line. "The plate won't go under this hat," he informs Xellos timidly.
Er, no. They're busy making rude comments about dropping the soap. Sorry. ;)