You weren't this polite when we met. [ It comes out before he can think better of it, but. He's here now. Nothing to do but roll with it.

Even if he is very aware of the hook still at his thigh. It could be sharp enough to cut through such a dense piece of flesh with enough force, but it wouldn't get through the bone in one go. Once again despite himself, he swallows hard at the thought.

Smile still on his face. ]

I think I've been a good guest, though. Haven't been noisy, haven't made a mess...I think that could be worth leaving all my limbs intact.