[ Well. He can't say he's too fussed about seeing the young lady go, but at the same time...

He gestures impatiently at the Servine, who slinks back to his feet. What in the world is this feeling. It isn't guilt, is it? Preposterous. ]

Er... look. I'm sure my snake felt he had my best interests at heart. That is, if he's bothered you, I'm s- s-

[ Whatever he's trying to say, he's having a great deal of trouble getting it out. ]