His wiggles his fingers at her not-even-trying-to-be-an-apology, the most offended little jazz hands one could ask for.

"And what stakes are you at?" he adds, no less bold. "I only helped the dregs of my dying species make a universe!" He waves the bowl with the frog emphatically, as if she would know what that means. "Surely not a speck of dust in your eye compared to getting those assholes to their interviews on time. Phew, you must be beat. How about I pat your back over all the hard work you do?"

He conspicuously does not take a single step closer, let alone reach for her.