He wrinkled his nose. "I don't intend to say nice things at your funeral," he said. "If it wasn't for you, I'm fairly certain none of this would have happened," he said, his face splitting into a grin. "So don't act like you're doing me a favor, making my life more difficult. And why in the name of all the gods would you think I'd want your job? You're already trying hard enough to kill me, aren't you?"