"Taken" seems a strong word, very strong. We're not even really close, he and I, it was really almost accidental how the whole thing came about. [talking quickly now.] I doubt I'll ever even be involved in his things again, really, I've already turned down his offer to join his - his army or security group or whatever he's calling it, so I won't be of any future concern to you, I really won't. You'll probably forget all about me, forget my name even, people will be like "Do you know that Rincewind fellow?" and you'll be all "Who the hell is that?" Only, er, maybe you won't say it quite like that, I don't know if you say "hell" like that since you rule it, and all.

[...he's aware he's gotten off track somewhere. There's a nervous pause.]

But I could... give you something back, maybe? Something that is, ah, not my blood or life leaving my body.

...Please.