Non, non… (courteous French)

It was jest, my friends.

God, you two have ‘neutered’ me.

From henceforth, the grey wizard will speak only in non-opinionated, neutral, journalistic elven tongue. He will translate any insults into French so that they might sound lovely and as nice as a female’s floral deodorant whilst any that might take offence at such rabid chatter are lulled into a sense of flattery by such a delightful musical incantation…