"Is that what this is." Xas raises his eyebrows at the speakers, then at Wolfgang, who is horribly subtle. "I wasn't born yesterday," he says, and, "I wasn't born at all," allowing himself to be amused for a moment at his own joke. Then he's distracted, though no less amused, and peering beyond Wolfgang's shoulder. "Oh, she's coming over here. She's probably going to flirt with you. There's nothing I can do."

He isn't at all sorry.