For you, fairest of all ladies? Anything. [Lex are you hearing this? This is your competition, come at him bruh.]

[There's gentler clattering, a few servants giggling--] Madames, younger madames, not-madames because that word is hard. [Orlesian what even are you. Also yes, that is squeaking.] Shit, dropped m'spoons. Ah, cheers. You're a credit to the Lady of the house. Thanks for the hospitality, I'll be off.

[And he just kind of falls into something. There's a lot more squeaking as he rights himself somewhat, the clattering of spoons, the clinking of bottles of brandy he must settle in his keg.]

Onward. Go. Go forth. [Any minute now.] Mush. Hup-hup. I'll roast you if you don't--

[Splendid, away we go!]