[ Okay, what ever burgeoning respect he had going here is quickly being exchanged for annoyance. Oh, you're one of those, aren't you? A bloody ponce, one of those classy bastards who are all about style instead of passion. A regular Angelus and it's not a compliment. ]
Right. Bloody special snowflake, you are. [ He rolls his eyes with near audible intensity. ] Soon as you find something to light, sure.