[He's not even British, not really, he's just lived there for several hundred years and it's sort of rubbed off on him. That's not really the point, though, so he just gives Archer a flat look as he slinks past him.

He startles at the comment, going a bit pale as he tries not to choke on his own damn tongue.]

It isn't like that, s'just — this place, we woke up in the same house. Married, apparently. [Like they haven't known each other since the beginning.] Just want to make sure he's not been eaten by zombie kids, would hate to start my life here as a widow.