When she calls him darling he brings a hand up to his mouth as if covering it before he can be ill, his face looking very undignified along with it. "Stop with the lovers names, I beg of you... I might just be ill." He says, acting as if there is a bad taste in his mouth. "Congratulations for not being an absolute narcissus." He's spent his life dodging petty digs at him, hers is hardly one to land.