"Oh, my gosh, you know Latin?" Autor says, grinning. "That's brilliant."

Then he straightens up. "Rae, I am not a marshmallow. I am not. I am not sweet and fluffy and pale. Nor am I roastable," he huffs. "...You were talking about me, right? If not, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to--I don't know what came over me. Can you forgive me for being so harsh?"