Perhaps it was lucky that Raina didn't hear you say that.

[Chilton didn't believe his own words, of course; nothing was lucky about Raina being exported. But it was all he could do, to cling to those whispers of humor.]

... But my fingers appreciate the praise, regardless. Come on, now.

[The closest he could come to saying thank you, Rincewind for the good company and proper, non-box wine.]