[He stares, slightly transfixed, as Bruno successfully keeps him quiet with a few firm hand gestures. It's impressive, really, and his gaze lingers on his hand a few seconds after that speech is done with, just in case there's an encore.]

Suit yourself.

[Distractedly said-- but then he ducks his head in a nod, lifting his glass in a teasing salute. Whatever you say, that's what that means.]

I think it's a compliment, I don't know why you're not embracing it, but hey--

[And now his grin is really wide, Christ--]

Mother knows best, right?