*still disappointed to find no one's located another pair of shades* (*good help is so hard to take for granted these days*)
*with all the appearance of concern* Go on then, will you throw the book at me? *stretches out his arms with wrists pressed together* It's hardly a thing. We'll all laugh it off by morning.
*sighs when you still seem to be writing* Am I fit for the pokey, Eric? Hm?