What, and just keep him between us like some sort of living... buffer?

[nothing about this sounds like a good idea. This is all going to end in flames, he can already smell the smoke.]

...Well, I'm not going to be the reason it doesn't happen. You can't blame this on me.

[Rincewind defiantly swallows the urge to ask what a yacht is. He'll look it up later - preferably with something that won't call him ignorant for not knowing.]