[Chilton surrendered his own smile, partially a subconscious mirroring of Baelish's projected demeanor.]

I owe that at least, don't I? As part of any friendship?

[Mostly rhetorical.]

Best of luck, I hope we both are satisfied with the election's outcome -- assuming Merlotte doesn't ban me from Nonah, I mean, it would be difficult to find severe disappointment. [A beat. To clarify:] Joking, of course.

I will see you around, I'm sure, Ambassador Baelish.