[With a chuckle] There is much to be said for a warm fire and a soft woman to bring one's drink and listen to one complain about how infuriating one's companion is. Do not underestimate the strength of a woman's softness, old friend.
The boy has guns and people attempting to kill him, and he insists on attempting to fix everyone within this structure; without your help, it is overwhelming to him. It does not help, friend, that he fancies himself in love with your future spouse.
It's all terribly unfortunate, really. [Sighs] Something must be done.