Oh, hm. He actually got her pretty good, didn't he? Just a few more inches up and he'd have blown up the entire dinner party. There probably would be social fall-out for that, wouldn't there...

"Tsk, fine," he groan. "I owe you for personal damages, at least. And I suppose it's better than only I and Ryja died, instead of everyone in the room. Fine. Fine!" Grumpy spider grumps.

"I miss having hands," he grumbles to himself.