His ears redden a little, and now the grin's edging toward goofy.

"Xiexie. I know. She's amazing, I don't know what I'd do without her." Beat. "Well, I kind of do, and it'd involve being mopey and miserable and not having anyone to keep me in line, and that's never any fun -- but, this is about introducing right now, not chapter eight million and twenty of Why I Love My Wife, so," a firm shake, "pleasure's all mine, Satine. Chapter eight million and twenty-one comes tomorrow."