"That's my line," he demures, "and in any case, if I must spend my days petrified of cocking up the whole bloody thing, don't think I'm letting you get away any easier."

A small dip of the head, "I can't say it's anything I was inviting, but having the worst thing you could possibly imagine actually occur is... well, it certainly has a way of putting things into perspective, wot? Rather like surviving a train wreck, I should imagine."

Eventually, that is. After he spent a month as goop. And had to be forced out of it by being literally teleported into a death labyrinth. You know how it is.