Come on, Roland, come on, Roland! You don't think he wasn't born to argue?! There's nothing more that these youthful bones of his want to do, even if now he has Inigo burying his head into the crook of his head and sobbing that they should stop.

"I'm just defending myself, Inigo!"

You've got to let a guy plea his case! As long as he isn't Roland down there, who he puhs and pahs at from where he sits to witness. And even if he does have someone crying his heart out on his shoulder, when Roland gives his apolo-defence...

"Oh sure, sure," he croons in a definitely not fake-bitch manner. "I just wanted the same for you too, you know. Make sure you weren't a floating dead body over there."

Look at this smuggest winning smile to ever be worn on this face. He's going to let Roland soak up the sight of it for a few seconds before he turns his head as much as he can to Inigo's without knocking it. Dialling back on the dickhead energy some...

"Hey, hey, everything's cool now, Inigo. Everyone apologised!" no he didn't. "We're all pals. Why you getting worked up, huh?"