[He is almost about to get into another argument about who underestimated what. He had not underestimated anything. He had begun preparing for the inevitable. It was everyone else that lived in their little happy world of denial, and he was thrown into a little box for ten thousand years because of it. Well, that and trying to create a second Well of Eternity, but to this day he did not see anything wrong with that plan.

But, that argument would just be the two of them bickering in an endless circle again. Instead he chose to drop it in favor of the other topic, which he immediately regretted starting because now she wanted him to elaborate on it. He put forth all his effort to sound as dignified as possible, though he didn't look up to her.]

I am just offering should you require any aide, or someone to talk some sense into my buffoon of a brother, or wish for some company- [He paused. Dammit. That sounded like he was hitting on her. That totally sounded like he was hitting on her. He hastily adds on, while trying to keep the embarrassed flush of his cheeks from her view.] just to speak to an old friend, if I am at least still considered that much to you...