[Rincewind would really like to delve into the story there; he has not doubt there is one. But it would be remiss of him not to notice how little Chilton tends to linger on topics concerning himself. ...Perhaps once the man has had another drink or two?

Ah, thinking of which - the wizard orders a glass of red wine. No, no, actually, he'd like the bottle. Might as well keep her from having to run to and fro, hm? Dealer's choice, of course. A small, vindictive side to Rincewind hopes that means their bartender chooses a bottle which will earn her a higher tip on percentage alone, because Chilton is paying after all.

Mostly for those last few jokes he slid in on the network.]

It's odd, certainly. [settling back into the slow process of relaxing again.] If that's what did it, it's a shame it can't be replicated. The warding though - I may need to look into that. ...Possibly. I suppose it depends on whether that would only provoke him further. And I'd need Will's permission, of course.

You might ask Sabriel about why she thinks he can't use his magic on you, if you are curious. [or anyone who can actually do magic, unlike Rincewind.]