Oh, no need. Not unless you decided to get snarky again. [cheerfully.

A cheer which begins its inevitable death with the shift back in topic. Rincewind sighs, resting his head in his hand and leaning an elbow on the bar top.]

Which is lovely and all, but I'm not sure what good concern does me right now, unless you've a way to trap him in a bottle or something.

Are there specific ideas you're specifically concerned about? [he arches a brow.] Do they have to do with you? Because I've already told you I'll keep you out of it.

[if he can.]