Oh, don't even get me started on it. [when he catches that look.] She's a bloody nag as well. Won't leave me alone about my drinking, and if it's not drinking it's cursing, and if it's not cursing it's "Oh, Rincewind, how can you possibly be so pessimistic, life is full of light and righteousness" or "Oh, Rincewind, you can't possibly mean that mean thing you just said and also I'm going to make you do this thing you really don't want to do now".

[he shakes his head, sipping at his drink.]

But look at you, chosen for some terrible grand adventure by some equally terrible omnipotent god - I assume that this Hydaelyn is a goddess of yours, anyway. That has to be something of a confidence aid, being chosen.