[All pretenses are promptly dropped, his manner as flippant and cooly self-satisfied as ever.]

I'm afraid you are not quite as clever with your words as you imagine yourself, but I commend your attempt, weak as it is.

[A low, murmuring chuckle issues from him.]

What ever am I to do with you? [Of course, it's hardly half the dilemma he will have it seem to be, but he does have a flair for exaggeration, and he's perpetually amused with how obvious it and his own insincerity is.]