[ And she's going to observe him with nothing more than a giant, goofy grin. ]
You're too kind, giving me your permission, and all that. If you're not careful, the people will think you're offering me 'favoritism'. [ Said with a playful tone, of course. ]
If they bother you too much, you have my permission to handle them as you see fit.
[He's going to stay in what he considers a more accurate reflection of his true self for a while].
while you make a valid point, i'm afraid my flesh won't be an option for any feast. even if it was, i don't imagine it would taste too well. not for you, at least.