"No, he's mad at me. I kissed you. That, apparently, is considered being a - how did he put it? Oh yes - twat of such magnitude that whores would blush." He smirked and shook his head again, tentatively putting his arm around Sor's shoulders. "He's quite good at insults. I've got to hand it to him, if it weren't about me, I would be very impressed." He turned his head to smile and ruffle Sor's hair.
"You couldn't kick my ass in hand to hand or even melee. Without your magic, you'd be a sitting duck. If he tries to harm you when you tell him, you will shock him, won't you?"