As if I would. And look, I may know my way around a sword fight or a bar room brawl out of necessity, but I'm a lover not a fighter, my dear.

[He says it with a smirk before lifting his freshly-filled glass to his lips, knocking back a deep and satisfying slug.]

And well, no need for that now, eh? Not with your social position.

[Though he says it without rancor nor sign of jealousy. His own situation may not be ideal in some respects - needing permission to make purchases, stuck on minimum wage - it suits him down to the ground in others. All in all, he isn't complaining.]