[Why does no one understand his sense of humor? No one gets it, but he just keeps on trying; it's the definition of insanity writ large.

He sighs and pushes his glass around in its circle of condensation.]

I'll make a note that self-deprecatory humor doesn't translate between Bruce and Scathach. I don't expect anyone to be after my body if their motives don't include vivisection. You aren't looking to vivisect me are you?

[He's already mentally distributing the food that she's probably not going to eat when she gets sick of this and walks out.]