Let the weasel play his game; it'll take more than some pencil pushing suit to rise past this star.

Mr. Universe places his hand over his heart, mocking affection. "Oh, I couldn't possibly." The posture is dropped with a roll of the eyes. "Save your pity. I'm fine." He puts a good show of it, at least, but his breathing is still a bit shaky under it all and his hands lock into tight holds to keep them from shaking.