[He laughs, a little bitterly at that. Think poorly? That's all people usually do with him and that was just fine.]

Oh, yeah, no doubt, but also? I wouldn't blame you if you did think poorly of me. No skin off my back.

[He shrugs because it's what's expected of him. Let all that negativity roll right off his back one of Magnus's wooden ducks.]

She's the one who cares. I'm the one who keeps us alive. She's got the heart, but I'm the greedy pragmatist between us which doesn't exactly win you a lot of- [He purses his lips, humming as he thinks of the word.] -friends. So don't get all bent out of shape if you end up not liking what you see.

[He didn't even like what he saw in himself sometimes.]

It's no skin off my back.