[he's still a little startled to see someone else actually peering back at him from this thing, but with enough wine swimmingly contently through his blood he shrugs it off easily enough.]

I'm not saying they're the only ones. [with a more literal shrug.] I know there's plenty of times I could have done with a bit of rescuing. And did. ...Which honestly sometimes made things worse, but anyway. But it's hardly traditional, is it? Doesn't really sell the whole business on the sort to take up hero-ing, if they think all they've got to look forward to is some bloke like me tied to an altar.

[he pauses, then adds gloomily:] I know I'd probably walk by, seeing me up there.