Gruffudd: If they only knew how small I truly am -- he famous wolf scurrying like a rat through dank tunnels, stealing crumbs from kind strangers. Please forgive me, dearest love, for pulling you into this.
Lady Love: I come to this cause willingly. Do not fall down that dark hole, brother. I need the big strong wolf to eat the sad little rat.
Gruffudd: Spit and wit.