Of course, I've absolutely NO idea what I'm talkin' about. What could I possibly know about the enigmatic Rhys Rhydderch and his ridiculously big hands?! I'm not a child, Rhydderch. Nor am I an idiot. I'm not speakin' out of spite or jealousy, surprisingly enough.

I'm perfectly aware of her nature and don't you DARE question my respect for her. It doesn't mean a thing to me if she listens or not because I know damn well she's not used to bein' taken care of.

I have nothin' but respect for her, but I trust you about as far as I can throw you. [He gives him a once over and crinkles his nose, implying Rhys is way too heavy to be thrown anywhere.]