Arven leaned his elbow on the table — something his grandfather had always told him not to do. He ruffled his hair again, feeling slightly stressed, but couldn't resist another joke; "maybe you'll just have to arrange for an 'accident' to keep me grounded", he jested. If he had a broken leg that wouldn't fix, or some curse to weaken him perpetually, then maybe...

No, he'd still find a way to get out there and particulate in this wild, wild world.

"I'm sorry", he dropped the light-hearted tone at last. Winifred was really trying, after all; and he had a great deal of respect for her efforts. "I promise I'll... I'll try."