[oh, such straight-backed balking! Folded arms and everything, which makes it comical when he goes for his next drink while refusing to unfold them.]

A softer side? What's that supposed to mean?

[a pause. ...Partly to wipe a bit of wine from his chin.]

...I suppose that's all right. I don't know much about them. Except they swim, don't they? I can't swim. But then this is metaphorical.

Did you want me to choose one for you?