[He gasps then, more than a touch dramatic, brings the dropped hand up to his forehead in an overtly dramatic display.]

Oh, but what's this? Have I met my match? My darling, I fear you're out-schmoozing me in every way.

[But the colour in his cheeks remains, and the curve of his lips is quite genuine. Makes it clear that he likes it. He slides that dramatic hand back through his hair as Fjord continues, shifts his shoulders in a shrug.]

Worse, worst, all of it. I've had a few hair-raising experiences during my travels, let me tell you.

[Watch out mind, or he will tell you, and he's quite the talker once he gets going.]