（ he grins, and blows stiles an over-the-top stage-show kiss, complete with a little muah of sound. ）

Nah, man. If I start pretending humility, you know what happens next? Cats and dogs living together. Total chaos. Anarchy.

（ at the body count comment — which he could take one of two ways — he just leans his chin into his palm as he plucks at the plate with a thoughtfully provided fork. in a lazy, cavalier drawl: ）

You know, if that's a war crack, I think I'm legally allowed to dump my food in your lap, just sayin'.