[Chilton cleared his throat, looking into the wine puddle he left in his glass.]

A vestige of his former world, I imagine. It is... Unfortunate. But he is learning about modern propriety.

[More like Baelish didn't use his more unsavory implications to insult Chilton, unlike with Rincewind.]

I certainly hope fewer people are trying to kill you here than in your old world. Maybe that statistic alone would allow you to breathe a little easier? I daresay no one ought to deny you the happiness of coupling, should you want to pursue such a thing.

Not even Lucifer.