[He refills both their cups and returns directly. The 'how to feel' question goes unanswered — at first, it's because he actually can't. Then, it's because making fun of Widow's name is a much more attractive topic.]
Sounds like the name of a bleedin' sword some orc would be carryin' around in Lord of the Rings. [He puts on a generic, Cockney-esque accent, lowers his voice to a gravelly growl, and holds up his free hand like he's holding onto the hilt of a sword:] I call it... Widowmaker.
[He glances over to see whether he's managed to at least make her crack a smile. Although, in any case, he's had another thought:]
And, y'know, I told her back then, I can't imagine callin' someone 'Widow' durin' sex. That is potentially the least sexy thing I can imagine comin' out with. Oh, sure, let's conjure up dead husbands. That's exactly what I wanna be thinkin' about right now. [He shakes his head, and lifts his coffee to his lips, adding a muttered:] Christ.
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Sounds like the name of a bleedin' sword some orc would be carryin' around in Lord of the Rings. [He puts on a generic, Cockney-esque accent, lowers his voice to a gravelly growl, and holds up his free hand like he's holding onto the hilt of a sword:] I call it... Widowmaker.
[He glances over to see whether he's managed to at least make her crack a smile. Although, in any case, he's had another thought:]
And, y'know, I told her back then, I can't imagine callin' someone 'Widow' durin' sex. That is potentially the least sexy thing I can imagine comin' out with. Oh, sure, let's conjure up dead husbands. That's exactly what I wanna be thinkin' about right now. [He shakes his head, and lifts his coffee to his lips, adding a muttered:] Christ.