[Rincewind is surprised by how curious he is to know what those conversations have been about. He refrains from asking, but the drive is there. ...Which is, again, surprising; Rincewind's drive to run tends to overshadow anything else, and certainly anything as dangerous as curiosity.]

I suppose you would. [hngh. There's nothing about any of that worth an actual, audible complaint, but the wizard's metaphorical fur feels rubbed the wrong way by all this talk of what he's apparently lacking. It chafes not only that Petyr feels free to offer unwanted advice on the subject, but also that so much of that advice seems to involve Rincewind's psychiatrist.

Finally, he makes an irritated noise and waves his hand.]

Never mind, this is going nowhere. - But I'll tell you right now if we end up drinking together again, you're getting the first round. [a petty retribution, but Rincewind has never been above those.]