[There she went again about his suppos'd kindness. Except he still didn't know where she was pulling that from. He wasn't kind at all. He was a beast. He was a monster. He was a once charming prince bathed in the blood of children, in the blood of his very sister... And willingly he would have bathed in the very blood of his best friend.

Nothing about that said he was kind. Yet he kept his argument to himself, thinking it far more the better.]

That is nothing to thank me for. [Which was as close to modesty as he was going to get.] I have no interest in seeing you fall over for someone else's comfort. People may say to refrain from being selfish, but a selfless person only degrades himself for the sake of others and there is nothing practical in that.

[After a moment, he continued.] Besides, you look far lovelier with a smile than you do with disappointment.