[ Hm... he isn't sure how easily it was to converse like this but it comes naturally. Lyney dismisses him with a wave of his hand over his own nose, playing it off. ]

Maybe I'll be stuck in one of those pipes too long and unable to accept your invitation. How unfortunate.

[ Would it be unfortunate? It's just tea...

...Right? ]

Your cheek wouldn't be the only thing bruised, in that case.

[ His ego, unsaid. ]