Forgive me sweetheart, that I do not languish at your feet-- the damsel in distress that I clearly am. [ He would pick up a sword on the way up, a pointy one. Because he knew that there were fencing rapiers sold in the marketplace, and he did not entirely trust the stickiest of sticks that was in Alex's possession. ]

I do not want to give you too much of a thrill, it may stop your heart.

[ An almost smug smile, the sort that appeared overly confident; he could have his bursts of confidence and it was also easier to deal with sentimentality through humor, or so Henry said. Best not to let slip that he was feeling sentimental by their shared predicament. ]