Smarmy bastard? How dare you. My parentage is very well-attested and well-proved; I am a smarmy cad, but never a bastard.

[ He does give a slight shiver when Bastien's fingers touch his skin. It's cold - or, well, he's cold.

Less facetiously: ]

And I hope that I'd never treat an old friend like that. I can't quite remember why we were at odds, but it seemed all out of proportion to - well, even to our friendship as younger men.