“I’ll…just take a seat here then.” Loathing people, all of you.
“There’s a better one on the windowsill if you’d prefer that instead.” All the easier to push you out it that way.
“I’d like to extend my hand and give you that seat, hatter. I hear the old always need fresh air.” And some adrenaline that is given when you fall from the 3rd story of a mansion.

“I’d prefer to keep my hand clean, but your false concern is not appreciated. You working hard to stalk your brother for Pandora means you should take a short rest first.” Do we really need to go back to the ‘had a great fall’ conversation a moment ago?