Being called a man with a good heart was certainly new and unusual for Anthony—he was more used to being called a bastard and a blackguard, but this was fine too. "Well, you certainly seem to be a man with a better heart than mine, but I won't argue," Anthony said, gently poking Diane on her head, eliciting a small 'mrrp' from her. "but if it does happen that you are somehow imperfect, I'll be sure to turn a blind eye to it."